[center][h1][b][color=orange]Vincent Ryder[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
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Vincent silently watched Poppy walk off. In truth, he couldn't blame her for being so cold toward him. He was a new face, after all. He had met people in the past just like her, who closed themselves off to others, those who wanted to protect themselves from the pain of losing someone close. Whether he was ever like that, he couldn't remember, though he doubted it.

[color=Lightcoral]"Since you're new, here's a piece of advice. If you plan to keep up your reckless attitude, don't become too close to any of them."[/color]

Those words echoed in Vincent's head. While he had been on his own, his way of fighting had become so ingrained in his habits that even his dispersals did nothing to change it. He would be the first to admit he loved to fight, the reason behind which had been lost to him, and he was even aware that he often put himself in incredibly dangerous situations, such as rushing toward the Tsar Bomba on his own. Somewhere deep within, he knew he wouldn't have been able to fight it on his own, yet the thrill of taking on such a dangerous creature erased whatever common sense he might have had.

That said, he felt that the way he fought was perfect for him. He didn't have to worry about coming up with a plan and he could even keep the enemy focused on him while the people who were good at planning could think of something. The way he saw it, every group could benefit from having someone like him, someone willing, if not eager, to put themselves on the front lines to keep their allies safe

[color=lightblue][i]"Is that really what you think?"[/i][/color] a voice not his own suddenly said. [color=lightblue][i]"Are you throwing yourself in harm's way to keep others safe...or because you hope it might finally end the pain you don't even remember having?"[/i][/color]

Vincent brought his hand to his temple as a dull throb resounded through his skull. The voice sounded familiar, [i]very[/i] familiar, but trying to remember something that no longer had a place in his mind was like trying to breathe in a vacuum. After a moment, he took a deep breath, straightened up, and slapped himself across the face. [color=orange][i]"No use in worrying about it,[/i][/color] he thought as the sharp pain from his own open-palmed slap drowned out the dull headache. [color=orange][i]"Whatever memory that's from is probably stuck in a vestige somewhere I'll never find. Besides, it doesn't make any sense to miss something I don't even remember having!"[/i][/color]

[color=orange]"Alright, I'm ready to go home!"[/color] he said to empty air as his usual grin returned.