[ He was going to give some sort of polite and proper greeting when the door opened, but whatever he might have considered saying is abandoned in favor of a soft ‘oh’ when Abel tugs him forth. Despite his grand status and incredible magic, Vangeance is actually pretty lean and modestly built, and doesn’t put up any real resistance to being dragged through the house.
Still wondering what it is that Abel needs help with.
It’s not until he actually sees the table set out with sweets that things finally start to click. He blinks, wandering a few steps closer to the table and resting his hand on the surface, and watches Abel bustle towards the stove. Then finally, he gives a soft laugh. ]
... aah. Is this why you called for me?
[ Maybe 70% polite amusement and 30% mild surprise. Truth be told, he’d kind of expected that offer of tea to be forgotten for a while. Not because he doubts Abel’s sincerity, or because he’s unused to being extended such invitations (everyone wants to get into the good graces of the Kingdom’s “strongest captain”), but because ... well. Most people would be more focused on their own recovery after such a distressing incident. But maybe he’d underestimated Abel’s kindly nature. Vangeance smiles, genuine warmth creeping past his polite grace. ]
I wouldn’t be so rude as to reject an invitation I already agreed to, Father. So calling this a ‘life and death’ matter was somewhat cruel. I ... was worried for your safety. [ Hand to mouth, he clears his throat, hoping the flush in his face is hidden by his mask. ] Is there anything I can help with?
What...? But this is a life or death matter, naturally! I’m not wont to lie... Honestly, I’m a little offended you think I’d lure you here with a ruse!
[ okay maybe he totally did do that and this is all bullshit but you know. he clears his throat as well, and gestures vaguely to the cabinets to the left of the stove ]
Oh, would you mind getting the cups out for me? They’re right in there, and the sugar and cream should be on the counter already.
[ after all is said and done he will be merciful and pretend he doesn’t notice SOMEone may be slightly awkward about the fact he had fell for said previously mentioned lure. ]
I’m rather touched you were worried for me~! Though, I guess that seems quite like you. I did have you pegged as the knight in shining armor flown right out of the pages of a fairy tale, didn’t I? I’m an excellent judge of character, so it only make sense!
I suppose you’re correct. I shouldn’t make light of the life-changing advice you may be able to dispense during this time.
[ Said with his characteristic warm grace and poise, accompanied by a gentle smile, now that he’s had the chance to find his stride once more. Some of his colleagues back home would have mocked him ruthlessly for such a rookie flub, so Vangeance is silently very grateful for the fact that Abel isn’t bringing it up. Thank you for your endless mercy, Father.
‘Though perhaps you aren’t that excellent a judge of character,’ Vangeance thinks to himself as he collects the requested cups from the shelf. ]
I’m afraid not many of us wear armor, shining or not. But I’m glad I didn’t sully the good name of the Order in your eyes. No good Knight would ignore a call of distress.
[ The table neatly set, and sugar and cream in place, he waits for Abel to return with the tea before pulling his chair out for him and gesturing for him to sit. Very gentlemanly and high society. ]
Advice? Oh, it isn't anything like advice I'm here to offer, but I assure you it's absolutely very grave! ...Maybe not life or death. I'm not really sure, yet. I suppose we'll have to see how that pans out, but...
[ he returns to the table to pour the tea, once the leaves have been steeped and ready. he's whipped out the good stuff for this affair, it seems, what a true honor...
he sits opposite his company, and begins the tedious ceremony of dumping thirteen sugars into his cup; it'll be a while, so he has something occupying his hands as he talks. he likes to fidget. ]
But before anything else, I do want to thank you again for everything you did, back when things were... um, wet! [ he chuckles a bit; a diplomatic way to put it... ] Did you make it out from that mess alright, Mr. Vangeance...? I imagine with your skills you were able to escape the worst of it, but...
[ Oh? Abel has actual business with him, then? He’s certainly curious, but not enough to rush the matter. For the moment, Vangeance is content to quietly watch Abel and his mountain of sugar cubes.
It’s uncouth, objectively speaking. The sort of behavior that would be frowned upon in any sort of formal context. But it’s admittedly entertaining, and how can he bring himself to say anything about it when Abel seems so cheerful? Vangeance stifles a smile as he picks up his own cup (with just one sugar cube); a pause to appreciate the warmth and aroma before he takes a sip, sitting with picture perfect posture. ]
You’ve no need to thank me, Father Nightroad.
[ A quiet clink as he puts his cup back down. The tea’s nice, and he plans on taking it slow so he can savor it. Come to think of it, he hasn’t really relaxed since ending up here, so he’s all the more appreciative of this invitation. Vangeance gives a warm smile, his voice light. ]
I’m fine, of course. [ Confident and breezy. Swiftly brushing that whole matter aside, because nobody should have to worry about him. Vangeance’s voice softens as he continues, ] I was slightly worried that I wasn’t able to check on you once more before the entire matter was resolved ... but perhaps that would have been unnecessary, seeing you as you are now. I’m very glad you were able to stay safe.
[ it's like they're a foil - Vangeance is perfectly coifed charisma, dripping manners and decorum... and Abel is the bedraggled miscreant that no one is really sure was invited to the party but showed up anyway, chewing with his mouth open and laughing a little too loud for civilized society. what a mess, these two...
he's stirring his tea-sludge, waving off Vangeance's humility in the face of his gratitude. ] Please! You keep saying that, but I really do need to thank you. That's actually part of why I wanted you to come sit with me.
[ he stops his stirring, fixing the other a smile that's grateful and pleased. ]
I thought you might be happy to know that your raft helped me pull quite a few out of the water, and even better than that - the fact it was covered meant that when the rains started, it was invaluable... I really mean it! The rainfall was making some of the islanders sick - even burning their skin, it was... really unpleasant. [ an understatement, naturally, but needless to say... having a portable shelter? quite convenient! ]
So! I'm quite glad to hear you managed to keep yourself out of trouble, and glad to tell you your act of kindness went to helping many more. It seemed the sort of thing you deserved to know firsthand! And I do enjoy being the bearer of good news.
[ Vangeance listens quietly as Abel rambles on, paying no mind to the war crimes being committed against that innocent cup of tea, gaze focused and expression still fixed in that polite half-smile. He only reacts with a blink at the mention of burning rain — the rain burned? — but is otherwise still, waiting for Abel to finish before he takes a small sip of his tea. ]
I see. [ His gaze dips lower, studying some point on the table; despite that mild reaction, his smile’s definitely a little warmer, his voice softer. ] Thank you. I’m grateful you told me in person. It does mean a lot to me.
[ And as he continues, there’s a shift in his voice and demeanor. Just for a moment, there’s a note of something melancholy and vulnerable in his voice, something rueful in his smile. ]
And I’m very glad to know I was able to continue serving my duties as a Knight ...
[ That sentence trails off just a little abruptly. He’d almost finished it with “— for a little while longer,” before catching himself, and he exhales softly to reel his emotions back in. No. He can’t let things slip. Vangeance takes another sip of tea before looking back up and offering Abel a smile. A good smile, warm and polished and charismatic. ]
But I hope your efforts also didn’t go unnoticed, Father. Even with the proper tools, providing assistance to others in a situation like that can be extremely difficult. More so for civilians. To think you were able to operate so efficiently ... Have you experienced something similar in the past?
[ the presentation of being untouchable and infallible regardless the situation was a fallacy, but Abel wasn't quite sure why Vangeance worked so hard to uphold it. had he been forced to impress others? work harder than his peers for acknowledgment? was it a matter of his reputation, not wanting to sully the name of the Order he prized - either for the sake of his knights, or for some other reason? the priest was intrigued, but... beneath that, concerned.
any chips or cracks in an otherwise smooth, flawless persona seem so glaring for their mere existence. that fleeting, easy-to-miss note of something that didn't quite fit in his voice as he spoke... what was it? why? Abel hadn't a clue, but he wanted to know.
still, he knew how this song-and-dance went. it was a game of attrition. time and patience were the best weapons in a war against those who refused to show their true faces. so, in return for Vangeance's pleasant, well-mannered smile - Abel is happy to give him one right back. ]
Ah, well - I wouldn't say there was anything 'efficient' about it, actually... I-it's a little embarrassing, but it was really dumb luck that anything worked out in my favor! I stumbled upon most of them completely by chance... Maybe it was the winds of fate guiding my little ship on the ocean~! Wouldn't that be poetic...? [ he rather dreamily sighs, mind wandering somewhere far from the kitchen table and teacups... ]
A-ah, it could've been the start to some sort of romantic story, if only I'd found a true damsel in distress or something, you know...? Unfortunately, the only cute girl I came across was Miss Hide, and I think she'd be far more likely to hang me by my entrails for the thought than anything... Sometimes life just isn't fair that way, right Mr. Vangeance~? But what am I saying! You probably have far more experience wooing princesses and sweeping damsels off their feet than I do, right~?
They say that even luck is a sort of skill, Father. And though fortune guided you to those people, your earnest efforts helped them.
[ Even as he offers that genial answer, Vangeance thinks to himself that Abel is ... fun to watch.
He’s aware it’s a somewhat patronizing thought. Maybe a little demeaning, and definitely disrespectful. He’d never admit it out loud. But still. That dreamy swoon, those over-animated hand gestures, the way he rambles on ... It’s all expressive and bright and happy in way that he rarely gets to witness, given the company he usually keeps, and Vangeance hides his smile in his teacup as he listens.
It’s good that someone like Abel is here, in this place. Because behind that frenetic energy and overblown theatrics is a good person, he thinks, and sometimes a wound to the spirit can only be healed by someone capable of being this overbearingly kind. Maybe the administrator’s talk of wanting people to heal and thrive in this wretched place hold some water if they went to the trouble of also bringing Abel here.
Vangeance smiles politely at Abel’s question, considering it briefly as he shakes off his thoughts. ]
Well. I’m afraid the only experience I have with princesses is working alongside members of the royal families. And romantic notions aren’t at the forefront of my mind when I’m working. But ... [ A thoughtful cant of the head as he puts down his teacup. ] ... excuse me if I’ve assumed incorrectly, but are priests of your religious denomination permitted to pursue romantic relationships?
[ with absolutely none of the grace nor poise of his company, Abel waves his hand dismissively on the subject of luck-- resisting the urge to scoff, it looks like. ] Please, don't think this something of a regular occurrence! I am quite prone to being a magnet for luck of the absolutely worst kind, so it's actually some sort of miracle that all of this happened the way it did! I'm not exaggerating...! [ 'father unfortunate,' a truly cursed nickname that has been following him for some time... ] Maybe it was because it was your raft that things ended up working out for the best...
[ Vangeance's good luck cancelled out Abel's misfortune?! anyway. he is far more interested on the subject of princesses and his company's potential love life (why???), looking mildly disappointed by the response. was he expecting him to dish some juicy gossip? who knows. ]
...Well, I mean-- yes, of course, but a man can dream, can't he...? Surely you wouldn't begrudge me that! A-and that's all the reason to let me live vicariously through your tales of princesses with their hearts all aflutter at the sight of you~! A man as charming as you are is bound to be the talk of the court, right?
[ He makes a very serious mental note to himself: keep an eye out for Abel’s safety the next time something strange happens across the island. ]
I’m not certain if I’d call myself the lucky sort either.
[ Vangeance smiles politely, but he’s squirming a little inside because. Ah. Why is the conversation moving in this direction. And while he’d very much like to shift the topic away to something more innocuous, he also can’t bring himself to make the swerve just yet when he looks at the big eager sparkles in Abel’s eyes. Thankfully, taking a sip of tea does give him a moment’s time to deliberate over his words before he has to respond. ]
I do have some admirers, I suppose. But so do all of the other brigade captains.The Knights in general are well-respected by the citizens, so I wouldn’t wish to seem unique for ... attracting some attention. [ Yeah he’s definitely choosing his words a little carefully, and there’s a soft clear of the throat before he gives an awkward smile. ] And I’m afraid you’ve vastly overestimated my so-called charm, Father Nightroad. I’ll always be best suited to serving my duties. Someone of your demeanor would have had far more success at noble gatherings keeping the ladies entertained, I believe.
[ Sort of? But not really? He’s kind of starting to struggle with this conversation a little bit? ]
[ Vangeance: Abel's secret guardian angel henceforth, maybe his luck truly has turned the corner to bless him thusly...!!
but Abel is watching the good Knight with no small measure of curiosity, on the matter of this subject. and it sort of gives the impression of a bug beneath the inquiring eye of a child beneath a magnifying glass... staring..... large, blue eyes peering into the depths of one (1) masked mage's very soul... ]
Ah? I'm not really sure where on earth you'd get that kind of impression; I'm actually quite notoriously well disliked by anyone with even a little bit of noble blood in them! It's like they have an anti-Abel radar and it goes off the second they catch wind of me! [ this is delivered with something approaching
pride?? who knows.
but he is leaning in a little, as he regards Vangeance across tea cups and the table. ]
Are you being humble again, Mr. Vangeance? Or maybe you're just shy...? I'm not the sort to ask another man to kiss and tell, if that's what you're worried about! But if we're on the subject, is there a special someone waiting for you back home, perhaps...? [ kiss and tell, KISS AND TELL!! ]
[ Abel’s eyes are very blue. And very clear. And very hard to pin any blame on. There’s also something kind of familiar in that almost-proudly irreverent demeanor, something he doesn’t dislike. So all in all, Abel makes for a full package that’s ... very difficult for Vangeance to shut down as effectively as he usually does. ]
Um ... [ He’d been politely meeting that inquisitive gaze for a few moments but ultimately concedes defeat, looking down and picking up his teacup to give it a gentle swirl. ] I’m afraid I’ve nothing of that sort. My experience with ... courtship is very limited.
[ Part of him wonders if maybe Abel is messing with him again, but it’s very hard to maintain that thought when faced in person by that wide-eyed, innocent, enthusiastic smile. He smiles awkwardly. ]
I suppose an arranged marriage will be considered for me at some point, given my position as noble heir.
[ Ah. A possible out. Time for an attempt to nudge the conversation a little askew. ]
— but that’s not terribly exciting to discuss. I’m sure you’ve come across much more interesting stories during your travels? Have you had to assist with anything in that vein? Perhaps offer your guidance?
[ oho... something abruptly understanding and knowing, wise, as though he were a man many times his age crosses his features. ah, yes. he sees, now. so it's like that, is it? mm, very well then. ]
A man who's married himself to his duty~! I feel like I should've known... [ inexperienced in the ways of love!! wow, Vangeance was becoming more and more suited to a romantic tale by the passing minute. ] Maybe it's simply because I'm not suited to nobility and aristocratic life myself, but... an arranged marriage seems a little sad, doesn't it? Ah, don't you want a life dedicated to the one you love, Mr. Vangeance...? To find your soulmate, someone who you truly want to devote the rest of your days and grow old beside?! If you marry someone out of duty, you're denying yourself the chance of ever finding them! Or even crueler, that you could find the true love of your life, yet never be able to be with them because you're wedded to another! I-- I can't even bear to think of it...!
[ it's rather clear Abel is in possession of a romantic's heart, in any case... ]
[ AHEM; he reigns in it, however, by the grace of God... at least long enough to answer Vangeance's question. ]
--Oh, um... no, actually, most of my time is spent on trains or on airships rather than actually doing much of anything interesting once I get to where I'm going. I'd say the bulk of my work is trying to figure out how to avoid getting maimed or otherwise brutalized by my boss once I get back, if I'm being honest with you. She's a real demon, you know? She expects more than is just, a-and though I have quite the honorable work ethic, it's never good enough! [ he woefully traces his finger around the rim of his teacup. is he sulking... maybe. ]
[ Abel truly has the heart of a romantic, doesn’t he. There’s something endearing about it, those innocent and almost childish expectations. It’s really too bad that strife regarding arranged marriages, at least any that he knows of, tends to be quite ugly.
Maybe, once he’s had a chance to collate his thoughts later, he’ll come up with something sweeter and softer to regale Abel with. A little white lie to entertain. It wouldn’t feel right to quash those romantic notions, he thinks, and he’s sure Abel would enjoy getting to chat about it with others. ]
I suppose I’ll have to give the matter some thought.
[ The reasons behind his own loveless life are a little more complicated, to be honest. More than just his duty towards a noble lineage he doesn’t care much for. But he refuses to dwell on those thoughts at the moment, not when he can instead watch Abel sulk childishly. ]
It can certainly be difficult working with an unreasonable superior. [ Theatrical pouting or not, those complaints sound valid, so his sympathy is sincere. ] And I would never condone the use of violence against a subordinate. I do hope you’re granted some more peace in the future.
But it sounds like you’ve served in your position for quite some time. I imagine there’s some difficulty arranging for a different position, then? Or is there something worthwhile that keeps you there?
[ He’ll gladly humor gripes and complaints, but it would be nice to know if Abel’s job also has its upsides, too. He hopes there are plenty. ]
[ listen, Vangeance... a dutiful knight such as yourself can surely see fit to dutifully find a romantic partner you then dutifully form a long-lasting and fairy tale love story with, right?? how else is Abel to live vicariously through his exploits...?!
he’s reaching gently for a pastry, mulling over the question, and... well, his situation (and dramatization of such) might be betrayed by the fond, gentle sort of look that crosses his face as he contemplates how best to answer. his ‘demon boss,’ of course, is none other than a beloved friend. ]
Ah, well... Caterina might be trying to send me to an early grave, but — I know her heart is in the right place~! [ being overworked - while not entirely an exaggeration - may be precisely what he asked for, in the end. he just enjoys any chance to whine about it in good company. ]
It might seem a little strange, but... her, and the people I work with— they’re definitely like my family. The heart wants what the heart wants, right...? Maybe it says something about me, but I try not to think about it much. There’s no use crying over spilt milk, so it goes~!
[ as if this constitutes anything resembling spilt milk... the affection in his voice, the softly sentimental and far-away kind of look as his mind’s eye revisits their faces doubtlessly promises that he has very good people who — somehow — put up with his nonsense at home. ]
[ Oh, Abel. You are so sweet. At this rate Vangeance would rather die than admit to you that he's a sad shounen mentor, not a shoujo love interest. ]
I know what you mean.
[ He absolutely recognizes that fond look Abel wears, the overflowing fondness and sentimentality he can't seem to contain even as he complains. It's not especially surprising that Abel values the people he works with; he very much seems the type. But still, getting to see that soft affection in his eyes is good affirmation that the people he cherishes also cherish him back. ]
It's natural to long for a familiar face under these circumstances. I'm sure most people would never wish for their loved ones to have to suffer through the whims of this island, but ... you're correct. The heart wants what the heart wants.
[ His own tone of voice is a little soft and tender, gaze directed out the window as he thinks of the other Knights. But only for a moment. Vangeance exhales softly the next moment, then commits the cardinal etiquette sin of resting his elbows on the table to lean forward a little; sure, it would be inappropriate for high society, but how else can he express his sincere interest? ]
If reminiscing isn't too painful for you, would you tell me about them? The people you work with. Your job sounds so interesting, I'm sure the company you keep must be as intriguing as you.
[ while taking bites of his pastry, he is content to watch a sort of shared sentimentality drift across Vangeance's features; it's the eyes that give him away, he thinks. do his own look like that when he speaks of home...? somehow, the thought makes him a bit happy, somehow. grateful he was in good company.
so he has no qualms in letting some of the boisterousness die away in favor of sincerity, as he leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath. (he even remembers his manners, given his current company, and fully finishes swallowing before speaking. a rarity!! my.) ]
Oh, no - please don't worry! I wouldn't say it's painful... I miss them, of course, but - I think I'm used to being away from home. I guess this feels a bit like being off on a rather strange mission of some sort... but I know they'll be there when I get back. [ he brushes a crumb from his sleeve, offering a slightly sheepish chuckle. ]
Um, let's see. I suppose it's only natural to start with Caterina... that is-- she's my boss, but... I guess you could say she's my oldest friend. We've known each other for more than ten years, now. Caterina is... hm. [ he fidgets, slightly. ] Probably... one of the strongest people I've ever met. And much more well-mannered than me! She's a Duchess and Cardinal, so I have a feeling you'd find her company much preferable to mine. High society comes very easily to her...! [ he can't help a smile; yes, he's rather certain Caterina would very much like Vangeance, and not only because he was a polite and gentlemanly sort. he was interesting. ]
She's been through quite a lot, but... she's practically unshakable. I really admire her, and... I think I owe her a lot, at the end of the day. [ he knows he does, and though the smile at his lips is fond, it's also slightly wistful, like a father reminiscing of a child who'd gone and grown up before he was ready. he's protective of her, even if he would be the first person to admit she could hold her own... and beyond that, she... ]
[ --he seems to realize abruptly his thoughts had wandered away from him, and he clears his throat to sit up a little straighter in his chair, giving a self-deprecating laugh ]
A-ah!! I think I got a little carried away... Mr. Vangeance, please don't let me suck up all the air in the room, alright?! I think it's only fair you tell me a little about those who're waiting for you at home, hm? You seem quite fond of your knights; are you all close?
[ He likes Abel well enough when he's being energetic and Himself, but it's even better when he's calmer like now, simply talking about what he cherishes. And while those little moments of uncharacteristic depth and maturity don't go unnoticed, Vangeance doesn't think too much about them just yet; he knows old bonds tend to have unique nuances, and he's not about to question something so intimate. He smiles as he listens, being gentle with his teacup so the clink of china doesn't interrupt Abel's words. It's subtle, but some of the formal tension in his shoulders loosens ever so slightly, that grand aura he always seems to radiate subsiding just a notch. Because even as the Clover Kingdom's lauded hero, all he's ever really wanted is to know that people are safe and happy, and Abel's exuberant nature is a perfect encapsulation of that hope.
It's only when Abel breaks away from his happy ramble that Vangeance sits back up a little straighter, shaking his head. ]
Not to worry. It's a pleasure listening to you.
[ A little nod to punctuate his point before he continues thoughtfully. ]
The knights of my brigade. I'm very proud of them, certainly. They're all skilled and diligent, and very earnest. But I'm not sure if we're 'close.' [ He hums in thought as he rubs his fingers against the handle of his teacup. A contemplative gesture. ] As their superior, I must be mindful of my position. And while some of the other captains have a closer bond with their members, I'm afraid I've always been a rather private person. They respect and trust me, but I'm considered somewhat untouchable.
[ A soft exhale before he picks his cup back up. ]
I would gladly entrust the Kingdom to them. And I'm grateful to be their Captain. That's what's most important.
[ It's not the sort of thing he actively thinks about much, but discussing these matters with Abel reminds him of just how lonely his life has been, mostly out of necessity. Which means he's all the more grateful for the few bonds he does have, but ... well. He's not blind to the optics of it, and he doesn't want to cause any worry. A sip of tea before he reaches forward to take a pastry for himself, giving Abel an inviting nod. ]
Miss Caterina. The way you speak of her reminds me somewhat of my own superior. [ A soft laugh, terribly fond. ] It's funny how there are often parallels like that, aren't there? Would you tell me more about your other colleagues?
[ the priest is listening attentively as Vangeance answers; though it wasn't a mystery that his masked friend held great respect and no small measure of fondness for his fellow knights, there's something in the way Vangeance extols his place among his peers that has Abel's smile faltering, just slightly, something inquiring creeping onto his face to replace it. no, it wasn't just that, either... there was an understated but undeniable niggle of something like concern. maybe even sadness.
he's lonely. ...he is, isn't he?
the decorum; the polite mannerisms; the poise of a man who is used to holding himself with utmost grace - these are things some would read as symbols of confidence, of one holier-than-thou. aristocrats were not exactly renowned for their humility; many were disgustingly in love with themselves as much as the image of being better than someone. anyone, perhaps. but Vangeance... was of a different ilk.
he wore this mask to hide something... sad, beneath it. holding himself at arms length... exuding an image of an untouchable, unknowable force rather than the human being he truly was...
it was-- ]
...Mr. Vangeance, can I ask you something personal?
[ well, admittedly, it's abrupt. and... maybe rude; he disregards the question, disregards the conversation they'd been having entirely, it seems.
but he is looking across the table at the knight - no, at William - expectantly and without apology. ]
[ His kneejerk reaction is -- 'I've made a mistake.'
His smile doesn't waver, of course. But his movements do pause for a moment, just a moment, before he resumes his perfect posture, back straight and head held high, confident but not arrogant. Perfect for a Knight. Genial but distant.
Vangeance knows should be evasive. Brush the matter aside. A question coming at a timing like this is bound to be a worried one, and Abel is a kind person whose profession consists of caring for others. He's already failed to maintain the proper distance, and he mustn't let Abel any closer, for everyone's sake.
He knows all that.
Vangeance opens his mouth to answer, though, and after a very brief pause, he says, ]
Of course, Father. [ He dips his gaze aside, but his voice doesn't falter. ] What is it?
[ Because Abel deserves that much, he thinks. Abel has offered so much during this short time, after all -- the kind invitation to tea, his attentive questions, his warm and friendly presence. That utterly sincere gaze that he can feel prickling at his skin. They're all things that Vangeance knows he doesn't truly deserve, but here he is, basking in them. So it would only be fair that he try to be honest, at least for a moment. ]
[ gently, he lifts a finger to nudge the sit of his glasses on his face. it's a habitual gesture, some subconscious thing that betrays he's thinking about something... the gears are turning, somewhere. unfortunately for Vangeance, he would appear to be the sole subject of Abel's mental exertions, at present.
but he merely cants his head slightly to the side, letting the inquiry bloom a bit on his face. ]
Do you have someone close, at home...? Friends? Maybe some family...?
[ it is quite the personal question, but he hoped that the knight knew he was more than welcome to decline to answer. though he might be curious, and though that curiosity might be rooted in concern, it didn't entitle him to prying where he wasn't wanted. and Vangeance clearly felt he had to hold the world at a distance; privacy must be an extremely treasured commodity.
still... one misses every shot they don't take, so the saying goes. he isn't one to be shy of failing, especially in the name of a good cause. ]
[ See, he was right. Abel really is the kindly type, so concerned with the personal life of another after so little conversation. Vangeance is absolutely sure that Abel's made a great difference to many people's lives. All the more reason he mustn't waste too much of Abel's time or energy; it's better devoted to others here who might be suffering. ]
My superior, Lord Julius. He's a great man. He was very kind to me when I was younger, and was the one to invite me to join the Order. I'm serious about my duties, of course, but my efforts are also dedicated to him -- a show of my gratitude. And ... [ His voice had been serene, rife with warm admiration and respect, but there's a brief flicker of hesitation before he quietly finishes that thought. Still gentle, still fond, but with the indistinct undertone of something a little complicated. He's been lonely in the past, yes, but it's more than just solitude that plagues him. ] ... one other. A friend I've known for a very long time. He's very dear to me.
[ That's where he finishes. Pointedly, there's no mention of that noble family he's duty-bound to. And Vangeance only lets the silence linger in the air for a moment before smiling politely. ]
It seems our superiors really are quite alike in ways, aren't they?
[ A light prod, encouraging Abel to let the matter lie and return the conversation to pleasantries. But it's only a gentle suggestion, free to take or leave. He can't bring himself to one-sidedly trample on Abel's kind considerations just yet. ]
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Still wondering what it is that Abel needs help with.
It’s not until he actually sees the table set out with sweets that things finally start to click. He blinks, wandering a few steps closer to the table and resting his hand on the surface, and watches Abel bustle towards the stove. Then finally, he gives a soft laugh. ]
... aah. Is this why you called for me?
[ Maybe 70% polite amusement and 30% mild surprise. Truth be told, he’d kind of expected that offer of tea to be forgotten for a while. Not because he doubts Abel’s sincerity, or because he’s unused to being extended such invitations (everyone wants to get into the good graces of the Kingdom’s “strongest captain”), but because ... well. Most people would be more focused on their own recovery after such a distressing incident. But maybe he’d underestimated Abel’s kindly nature. Vangeance smiles, genuine warmth creeping past his polite grace. ]
I wouldn’t be so rude as to reject an invitation I already agreed to, Father. So calling this a ‘life and death’ matter was somewhat cruel. I ... was worried for your safety. [ Hand to mouth, he clears his throat, hoping the flush in his face is hidden by his mask. ] Is there anything I can help with?
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[ okay maybe he totally did do that and this is all bullshit but you know. he clears his throat as well, and gestures vaguely to the cabinets to the left of the stove ]
Oh, would you mind getting the cups out for me? They’re right in there, and the sugar and cream should be on the counter already.
[ after all is said and done he will be merciful and pretend he doesn’t notice SOMEone may be slightly awkward about the fact he had fell for said previously mentioned lure. ]
I’m rather touched you were worried for me~! Though, I guess that seems quite like you. I did have you pegged as the knight in shining armor flown right out of the pages of a fairy tale, didn’t I? I’m an excellent judge of character, so it only make sense!
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[ Said with his characteristic warm grace and poise, accompanied by a gentle smile, now that he’s had the chance to find his stride once more. Some of his colleagues back home would have mocked him ruthlessly for such a rookie flub, so Vangeance is silently very grateful for the fact that Abel isn’t bringing it up. Thank you for your endless mercy, Father.
‘Though perhaps you aren’t that excellent a judge of character,’ Vangeance thinks to himself as he collects the requested cups from the shelf. ]
I’m afraid not many of us wear armor, shining or not. But I’m glad I didn’t sully the good name of the Order in your eyes. No good Knight would ignore a call of distress.
[ The table neatly set, and sugar and cream in place, he waits for Abel to return with the tea before pulling his chair out for him and gesturing for him to sit. Very gentlemanly and high society. ]
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[ he returns to the table to pour the tea, once the leaves have been steeped and ready. he's whipped out the good stuff for this affair, it seems, what a true honor...
he sits opposite his company, and begins the tedious ceremony of dumping thirteen sugars into his cup; it'll be a while, so he has something occupying his hands as he talks. he likes to fidget. ]
But before anything else, I do want to thank you again for everything you did, back when things were... um, wet! [ he chuckles a bit; a diplomatic way to put it... ] Did you make it out from that mess alright, Mr. Vangeance...? I imagine with your skills you were able to escape the worst of it, but...
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It’s uncouth, objectively speaking. The sort of behavior that would be frowned upon in any sort of formal context. But it’s admittedly entertaining, and how can he bring himself to say anything about it when Abel seems so cheerful? Vangeance stifles a smile as he picks up his own cup (with just one sugar cube); a pause to appreciate the warmth and aroma before he takes a sip, sitting with picture perfect posture. ]
You’ve no need to thank me, Father Nightroad.
[ A quiet clink as he puts his cup back down. The tea’s nice, and he plans on taking it slow so he can savor it. Come to think of it, he hasn’t really relaxed since ending up here, so he’s all the more appreciative of this invitation. Vangeance gives a warm smile, his voice light. ]
I’m fine, of course. [ Confident and breezy. Swiftly brushing that whole matter aside, because nobody should have to worry about him. Vangeance’s voice softens as he continues, ] I was slightly worried that I wasn’t able to check on you once more before the entire matter was resolved ... but perhaps that would have been unnecessary, seeing you as you are now. I’m very glad you were able to stay safe.
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he's stirring his tea-sludge, waving off Vangeance's humility in the face of his gratitude. ] Please! You keep saying that, but I really do need to thank you. That's actually part of why I wanted you to come sit with me.
[ he stops his stirring, fixing the other a smile that's grateful and pleased. ]
I thought you might be happy to know that your raft helped me pull quite a few out of the water, and even better than that - the fact it was covered meant that when the rains started, it was invaluable... I really mean it! The rainfall was making some of the islanders sick - even burning their skin, it was... really unpleasant. [ an understatement, naturally, but needless to say... having a portable shelter? quite convenient! ]
So! I'm quite glad to hear you managed to keep yourself out of trouble, and glad to tell you your act of kindness went to helping many more. It seemed the sort of thing you deserved to know firsthand! And I do enjoy being the bearer of good news.
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I see. [ His gaze dips lower, studying some point on the table; despite that mild reaction, his smile’s definitely a little warmer, his voice softer. ] Thank you. I’m grateful you told me in person. It does mean a lot to me.
[ And as he continues, there’s a shift in his voice and demeanor. Just for a moment, there’s a note of something melancholy and vulnerable in his voice, something rueful in his smile. ]
And I’m very glad to know I was able to continue serving my duties as a Knight ...
[ That sentence trails off just a little abruptly. He’d almost finished it with “— for a little while longer,” before catching himself, and he exhales softly to reel his emotions back in. No. He can’t let things slip. Vangeance takes another sip of tea before looking back up and offering Abel a smile. A good smile, warm and polished and charismatic. ]
But I hope your efforts also didn’t go unnoticed, Father. Even with the proper tools, providing assistance to others in a situation like that can be extremely difficult. More so for civilians. To think you were able to operate so efficiently ... Have you experienced something similar in the past?
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any chips or cracks in an otherwise smooth, flawless persona seem so glaring for their mere existence. that fleeting, easy-to-miss note of something that didn't quite fit in his voice as he spoke... what was it? why? Abel hadn't a clue, but he wanted to know.
still, he knew how this song-and-dance went. it was a game of attrition. time and patience were the best weapons in a war against those who refused to show their true faces. so, in return for Vangeance's pleasant, well-mannered smile - Abel is happy to give him one right back. ]
Ah, well - I wouldn't say there was anything 'efficient' about it, actually... I-it's a little embarrassing, but it was really dumb luck that anything worked out in my favor! I stumbled upon most of them completely by chance... Maybe it was the winds of fate guiding my little ship on the ocean~! Wouldn't that be poetic...? [ he rather dreamily sighs, mind wandering somewhere far from the kitchen table and teacups... ]
A-ah, it could've been the start to some sort of romantic story, if only I'd found a true damsel in distress or something, you know...? Unfortunately, the only cute girl I came across was Miss Hide, and I think she'd be far more likely to hang me by my entrails for the thought than anything... Sometimes life just isn't fair that way, right Mr. Vangeance~? But what am I saying! You probably have far more experience wooing princesses and sweeping damsels off their feet than I do, right~?
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[ Even as he offers that genial answer, Vangeance thinks to himself that Abel is ... fun to watch.
He’s aware it’s a somewhat patronizing thought. Maybe a little demeaning, and definitely disrespectful. He’d never admit it out loud. But still. That dreamy swoon, those over-animated hand gestures, the way he rambles on ... It’s all expressive and bright and happy in way that he rarely gets to witness, given the company he usually keeps, and Vangeance hides his smile in his teacup as he listens.
It’s good that someone like Abel is here, in this place. Because behind that frenetic energy and overblown theatrics is a good person, he thinks, and sometimes a wound to the spirit can only be healed by someone capable of being this overbearingly kind. Maybe the administrator’s talk of wanting people to heal and thrive in this wretched place hold some water if they went to the trouble of also bringing Abel here.
Vangeance smiles politely at Abel’s question, considering it briefly as he shakes off his thoughts. ]
Well. I’m afraid the only experience I have with princesses is working alongside members of the royal families. And romantic notions aren’t at the forefront of my mind when I’m working. But ... [ A thoughtful cant of the head as he puts down his teacup. ] ... excuse me if I’ve assumed incorrectly, but are priests of your religious denomination permitted to pursue romantic relationships?
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[ Vangeance's good luck cancelled out Abel's misfortune?! anyway. he is far more interested on the subject of princesses and his company's potential love life (why???), looking mildly disappointed by the response. was he expecting him to dish some juicy gossip? who knows. ]
...Well, I mean-- yes, of course, but a man can dream, can't he...? Surely you wouldn't begrudge me that! A-and that's all the reason to let me live vicariously through your tales of princesses with their hearts all aflutter at the sight of you~! A man as charming as you are is bound to be the talk of the court, right?
[ spill the tea, sissssss ]
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I’m not certain if I’d call myself the lucky sort either.
[ Vangeance smiles politely, but he’s squirming a little inside because. Ah. Why is the conversation moving in this direction. And while he’d very much like to shift the topic away to something more innocuous, he also can’t bring himself to make the swerve just yet when he looks at the big eager sparkles in Abel’s eyes. Thankfully, taking a sip of tea does give him a moment’s time to deliberate over his words before he has to respond. ]
I do have some admirers, I suppose. But so do all of the other brigade captains.The Knights in general are well-respected by the citizens, so I wouldn’t wish to seem unique for ... attracting some attention. [ Yeah he’s definitely choosing his words a little carefully, and there’s a soft clear of the throat before he gives an awkward smile. ] And I’m afraid you’ve vastly overestimated my so-called charm, Father Nightroad. I’ll always be best suited to serving my duties. Someone of your demeanor would have had far more success at noble gatherings keeping the ladies entertained, I believe.
[ Sort of? But not really? He’s kind of starting to struggle with this conversation a little bit? ]
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but Abel is watching the good Knight with no small measure of curiosity, on the matter of this subject. and it sort of gives the impression of a bug beneath the inquiring eye of a child beneath a magnifying glass... staring..... large, blue eyes peering into the depths of one (1) masked mage's very soul... ]
Ah? I'm not really sure where on earth you'd get that kind of impression; I'm actually quite notoriously well disliked by anyone with even a little bit of noble blood in them! It's like they have an anti-Abel radar and it goes off the second they catch wind of me! [ this is delivered with something approaching
pride?? who knows.
but he is leaning in a little, as he regards Vangeance across tea cups and the table. ]
Are you being humble again, Mr. Vangeance? Or maybe you're just shy...? I'm not the sort to ask another man to kiss and tell, if that's what you're worried about! But if we're on the subject, is there a special someone waiting for you back home, perhaps...? [ kiss and tell, KISS AND TELL!! ]
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Um ... [ He’d been politely meeting that inquisitive gaze for a few moments but ultimately concedes defeat, looking down and picking up his teacup to give it a gentle swirl. ] I’m afraid I’ve nothing of that sort. My experience with ... courtship is very limited.
[ Part of him wonders if maybe Abel is messing with him again, but it’s very hard to maintain that thought when faced in person by that wide-eyed, innocent, enthusiastic smile. He smiles awkwardly. ]
I suppose an arranged marriage will be considered for me at some point, given my position as noble heir.
[ Ah. A possible out. Time for an attempt to nudge the conversation a little askew. ]
— but that’s not terribly exciting to discuss. I’m sure you’ve come across much more interesting stories during your travels? Have you had to assist with anything in that vein? Perhaps offer your guidance?
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A man who's married himself to his duty~! I feel like I should've known... [ inexperienced in the ways of love!! wow, Vangeance was becoming more and more suited to a romantic tale by the passing minute. ] Maybe it's simply because I'm not suited to nobility and aristocratic life myself, but... an arranged marriage seems a little sad, doesn't it? Ah, don't you want a life dedicated to the one you love, Mr. Vangeance...? To find your soulmate, someone who you truly want to devote the rest of your days and grow old beside?! If you marry someone out of duty, you're denying yourself the chance of ever finding them! Or even crueler, that you could find the true love of your life, yet never be able to be with them because you're wedded to another! I-- I can't even bear to think of it...!
[ it's rather clear Abel is in possession of a romantic's heart, in any case... ]
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--Oh, um... no, actually, most of my time is spent on trains or on airships rather than actually doing much of anything interesting once I get to where I'm going. I'd say the bulk of my work is trying to figure out how to avoid getting maimed or otherwise brutalized by my boss once I get back, if I'm being honest with you. She's a real demon, you know? She expects more than is just, a-and though I have quite the honorable work ethic, it's never good enough! [ he woefully traces his finger around the rim of his teacup. is he sulking... maybe. ]
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Maybe, once he’s had a chance to collate his thoughts later, he’ll come up with something sweeter and softer to regale Abel with. A little white lie to entertain. It wouldn’t feel right to quash those romantic notions, he thinks, and he’s sure Abel would enjoy getting to chat about it with others. ]
I suppose I’ll have to give the matter some thought.
[ The reasons behind his own loveless life are a little more complicated, to be honest. More than just his duty towards a noble lineage he doesn’t care much for. But he refuses to dwell on those thoughts at the moment, not when he can instead watch Abel sulk childishly. ]
It can certainly be difficult working with an unreasonable superior. [ Theatrical pouting or not, those complaints sound valid, so his sympathy is sincere. ] And I would never condone the use of violence against a subordinate. I do hope you’re granted some more peace in the future.
But it sounds like you’ve served in your position for quite some time. I imagine there’s some difficulty arranging for a different position, then? Or is there something worthwhile that keeps you there?
[ He’ll gladly humor gripes and complaints, but it would be nice to know if Abel’s job also has its upsides, too. He hopes there are plenty. ]
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he’s reaching gently for a pastry, mulling over the question, and... well, his situation (and dramatization of such) might be betrayed by the fond, gentle sort of look that crosses his face as he contemplates how best to answer. his ‘demon boss,’ of course, is none other than a beloved friend. ]
Ah, well... Caterina might be trying to send me to an early grave, but — I know her heart is in the right place~! [ being overworked - while not entirely an exaggeration - may be precisely what he asked for, in the end. he just enjoys any chance to whine about it in good company. ]
It might seem a little strange, but... her, and the people I work with— they’re definitely like my family. The heart wants what the heart wants, right...? Maybe it says something about me, but I try not to think about it much. There’s no use crying over spilt milk, so it goes~!
[ as if this constitutes anything resembling spilt milk... the affection in his voice, the softly sentimental and far-away kind of look as his mind’s eye revisits their faces doubtlessly promises that he has very good people who — somehow — put up with his nonsense at home. ]
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I know what you mean.
[ He absolutely recognizes that fond look Abel wears, the overflowing fondness and sentimentality he can't seem to contain even as he complains. It's not especially surprising that Abel values the people he works with; he very much seems the type. But still, getting to see that soft affection in his eyes is good affirmation that the people he cherishes also cherish him back. ]
It's natural to long for a familiar face under these circumstances. I'm sure most people would never wish for their loved ones to have to suffer through the whims of this island, but ... you're correct. The heart wants what the heart wants.
[ His own tone of voice is a little soft and tender, gaze directed out the window as he thinks of the other Knights. But only for a moment. Vangeance exhales softly the next moment, then commits the cardinal etiquette sin of resting his elbows on the table to lean forward a little; sure, it would be inappropriate for high society, but how else can he express his sincere interest? ]
If reminiscing isn't too painful for you, would you tell me about them? The people you work with. Your job sounds so interesting, I'm sure the company you keep must be as intriguing as you.
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so he has no qualms in letting some of the boisterousness die away in favor of sincerity, as he leans back in his chair and takes a deep breath. (he even remembers his manners, given his current company, and fully finishes swallowing before speaking. a rarity!! my.) ]
Oh, no - please don't worry! I wouldn't say it's painful... I miss them, of course, but - I think I'm used to being away from home. I guess this feels a bit like being off on a rather strange mission of some sort... but I know they'll be there when I get back. [ he brushes a crumb from his sleeve, offering a slightly sheepish chuckle. ]
Um, let's see. I suppose it's only natural to start with Caterina... that is-- she's my boss, but... I guess you could say she's my oldest friend. We've known each other for more than ten years, now. Caterina is... hm. [ he fidgets, slightly. ] Probably... one of the strongest people I've ever met. And much more well-mannered than me! She's a Duchess and Cardinal, so I have a feeling you'd find her company much preferable to mine. High society comes very easily to her...! [ he can't help a smile; yes, he's rather certain Caterina would very much like Vangeance, and not only because he was a polite and gentlemanly sort. he was interesting. ]
She's been through quite a lot, but... she's practically unshakable. I really admire her, and... I think I owe her a lot, at the end of the day. [ he knows he does, and though the smile at his lips is fond, it's also slightly wistful, like a father reminiscing of a child who'd gone and grown up before he was ready. he's protective of her, even if he would be the first person to admit she could hold her own... and beyond that, she... ]
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A-ah!! I think I got a little carried away... Mr. Vangeance, please don't let me suck up all the air in the room, alright?! I think it's only fair you tell me a little about those who're waiting for you at home, hm? You seem quite fond of your knights; are you all close?
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It's only when Abel breaks away from his happy ramble that Vangeance sits back up a little straighter, shaking his head. ]
Not to worry. It's a pleasure listening to you.
[ A little nod to punctuate his point before he continues thoughtfully. ]
The knights of my brigade. I'm very proud of them, certainly. They're all skilled and diligent, and very earnest. But I'm not sure if we're 'close.' [ He hums in thought as he rubs his fingers against the handle of his teacup. A contemplative gesture. ] As their superior, I must be mindful of my position. And while some of the other captains have a closer bond with their members, I'm afraid I've always been a rather private person. They respect and trust me, but I'm considered somewhat untouchable.
[ A soft exhale before he picks his cup back up. ]
I would gladly entrust the Kingdom to them. And I'm grateful to be their Captain. That's what's most important.
[ It's not the sort of thing he actively thinks about much, but discussing these matters with Abel reminds him of just how lonely his life has been, mostly out of necessity. Which means he's all the more grateful for the few bonds he does have, but ... well. He's not blind to the optics of it, and he doesn't want to cause any worry. A sip of tea before he reaches forward to take a pastry for himself, giving Abel an inviting nod. ]
Miss Caterina. The way you speak of her reminds me somewhat of my own superior. [ A soft laugh, terribly fond. ] It's funny how there are often parallels like that, aren't there? Would you tell me more about your other colleagues?
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he's lonely. ...he is, isn't he?
the decorum; the polite mannerisms; the poise of a man who is used to holding himself with utmost grace - these are things some would read as symbols of confidence, of one holier-than-thou. aristocrats were not exactly renowned for their humility; many were disgustingly in love with themselves as much as the image of being better than someone. anyone, perhaps. but Vangeance... was of a different ilk.
he wore this mask to hide something... sad, beneath it. holding himself at arms length... exuding an image of an untouchable, unknowable force rather than the human being he truly was...
it was-- ]
...Mr. Vangeance, can I ask you something personal?
[ well, admittedly, it's abrupt. and... maybe rude; he disregards the question, disregards the conversation they'd been having entirely, it seems.
but he is looking across the table at the knight - no, at William - expectantly and without apology. ]
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His smile doesn't waver, of course. But his movements do pause for a moment, just a moment, before he resumes his perfect posture, back straight and head held high, confident but not arrogant. Perfect for a Knight. Genial but distant.
Vangeance knows should be evasive. Brush the matter aside. A question coming at a timing like this is bound to be a worried one, and Abel is a kind person whose profession consists of caring for others. He's already failed to maintain the proper distance, and he mustn't let Abel any closer, for everyone's sake.
He knows all that.
Vangeance opens his mouth to answer, though, and after a very brief pause, he says, ]
Of course, Father. [ He dips his gaze aside, but his voice doesn't falter. ] What is it?
[ Because Abel deserves that much, he thinks. Abel has offered so much during this short time, after all -- the kind invitation to tea, his attentive questions, his warm and friendly presence. That utterly sincere gaze that he can feel prickling at his skin. They're all things that Vangeance knows he doesn't truly deserve, but here he is, basking in them. So it would only be fair that he try to be honest, at least for a moment. ]
I'll answer if I can.
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but he merely cants his head slightly to the side, letting the inquiry bloom a bit on his face. ]
Do you have someone close, at home...? Friends? Maybe some family...?
[ it is quite the personal question, but he hoped that the knight knew he was more than welcome to decline to answer. though he might be curious, and though that curiosity might be rooted in concern, it didn't entitle him to prying where he wasn't wanted. and Vangeance clearly felt he had to hold the world at a distance; privacy must be an extremely treasured commodity.
still... one misses every shot they don't take, so the saying goes. he isn't one to be shy of failing, especially in the name of a good cause. ]
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... I do.
[ See, he was right. Abel really is the kindly type, so concerned with the personal life of another after so little conversation. Vangeance is absolutely sure that Abel's made a great difference to many people's lives. All the more reason he mustn't waste too much of Abel's time or energy; it's better devoted to others here who might be suffering. ]
My superior, Lord Julius. He's a great man. He was very kind to me when I was younger, and was the one to invite me to join the Order. I'm serious about my duties, of course, but my efforts are also dedicated to him -- a show of my gratitude. And ... [ His voice had been serene, rife with warm admiration and respect, but there's a brief flicker of hesitation before he quietly finishes that thought. Still gentle, still fond, but with the indistinct undertone of something a little complicated. He's been lonely in the past, yes, but it's more than just solitude that plagues him. ] ... one other. A friend I've known for a very long time. He's very dear to me.
[ That's where he finishes. Pointedly, there's no mention of that noble family he's duty-bound to. And Vangeance only lets the silence linger in the air for a moment before smiling politely. ]
It seems our superiors really are quite alike in ways, aren't they?
[ A light prod, encouraging Abel to let the matter lie and return the conversation to pleasantries. But it's only a gentle suggestion, free to take or leave. He can't bring himself to one-sidedly trample on Abel's kind considerations just yet. ]
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