[center][h2][color=A52A2A]Vincent Cawler[/color][/h2][/center]

In the wake of defeating the Monster Dakota, Vincent had been quiet, reverting back to his silent-but-deadly aura from earlier that day. His eyes glazed over, barely reacting to Dakota's transformation, the appearance of his Persona, the explanation of both those things, he hardly registered the restoration Dakota gave him. It was like he was going through the motions, his body on auto-pilot while his mind tried to turn the events over in his head or had just plain shut down over how surreal it all was. Not helped by the pain that was steadily creeping back into his nerves as if to remind him that yes, all this was actually happening.

Only when the newly formed group he was in was being ushered elsewhere with another threat on their heels did Vincent snap back into his own head. And with it came a laugh. A short, harsh bark, like Vincent just remembered a joke from yesterday or a funny anecdote he encountered earlier.

"Man! Wow! Can you believe it?" Vincent said enthusiastically to everyone around him. "All this... it, it almost feels good! Good to just, have to worry about something else for a change! Something [i]big[/i] and [i]weird[/i] that just squashes any other crap I've got, you know?!" Vincent had become a walking rollercoaster of high peaks and low valleys, and during this new bit of mania he surged ahead, brushing past everyone else to assume a position near the front, tossing out, "Vincent!" in reply to Nick's question. "Hey, does anyone see another Me around here? I would so get in on that, that [i]'Pasonie'[/i] action!" Of course, the supernatural pull that the others had towards their Shadows was lacking in him, but he had no way to know that.

As Spindle guided everyone towards the prison's entrance, down that alleyway to the court, Vincent took the lead. "Stay behind me, everyone," he called to the Pasonie-less group, thinking that the reason to do so was obvious. He slowed as they neared the court, keeping his eyes to any potential threats ahead. Hopefully someone was paying a bit more attention to what Spindle said, since Vincent wasn't sure where to go from here. It looked to him like they ran into a dead end.