[People were exhausting. There was a lot of quiet and patience needed to help keep Vincent steady and he needed to recharge. Paperwork for all it was boring, was better then dealing with talking with strangers day in and day out. All of them demanding and wanting something.

And too, thirty years away from people wasn't something that could or would be forgotten.

As for the memorial...well.]

I won't. I won't push him either.

[She doubted he'd want to join in, but maybe she'd be surprised. She'd like that kind of surprise. Much better then the monsters coming out.

Like the chimera. Like Vincent's other form.]

Let's just hope people don't hassle you too much. They might not realize it was you. I saw a lot of...strange monsters.

[A creature rejected by God. A bleeding man. Lab coats. A saint of flames.

At least here she can gently tend to Vincent's hair, and see how smooth she can make it.

But the nightmares...]

You know...you're not the only one who can take on nightmare duty.

[He looked out for her. Strained himself for her with healing duty. It's the least she could offer.]