[h3]Below Rebirth's Rise, Eastern outskirts of Yharnam[/h3]
Torquil watched and listened to first Ophelia, then Farren and finally even Moira, trying to convince Victor to come with them, and for once things seemed so nice and simple that even he thought he understood without having to expend more energy thinking about it than he wanted. Victor said he was to report back about his mission; nice and simple. Ophelia said it was too dangerous to go alone, and that it was better for Victor to stay with them. Also logical. Victor did not want to go with them because they were going with Moira, who was hunting an especially dangerous beast. Staying away from something like that made perfect sense to Torquil. Then Ophelia and Farren reiterated that it was going to be dangerous to go alone, and that he would be safer with a group.
To Torquil's simple mind, at least, Victor's hesitation made a [I]lot[/I] of sense, to the point where Torquil himself started seriously wondering if going with Moira and her Hunters was really the right decision. By the sound of it Victor had been through a lot, and as someone who had just recently been through a traumatic event of his own, Torquil felt uniquely sympathetic toward that sentiment. He wondered to himself what he would do if they encountered another creature like the one that had killed him earlier, but shied away from the thought before it could reach completion. He did not even want to think about it. Would he rather have had to get through a dozen beast-men or one Mad One? And with Victor, there was not even any guarantee that he would have to fight. He might be able to sneak past them, or hide in a house with a censer at its entrance, or even sneak up on them and kill them easily. No, Torquil thought he understood him quite well.
It was not until Moira pointed out that Victor – and the rest of them – did not have to join the fighting that the White Church Hunter relented and agreed to come with them. Torquil was very happy with this; as far as he could see, this was an ideal outcome. Victor would have the safety of the group while not having to risk his life against whatever Moira was hunting, and as a bonus Torquil did not have to fight something big and scary either. Everybody was winning.

But apparently Ophelia was not happy with that, which surprised Torquil quite a bit, but not as much as the approach she decided to take to change Victor's mind. She said something he did not quite understand about pride, and made a remark about them still having a lifetime of experience even if they were new Hunters, which... confused Torquil a lot. Admittedly he remembered very little of his life from before tonight, but what little he did remember did not seem very applicable to knowing how to be a Hunter. As a regular human he had always just hid and stayed away from beasts, since that was all he could do to stay alive; to the old him, any old beast meant as certain death as any other. He did not know what lives Farren and Ophelia came from except that Ophelia had apparently been with some witches, but... yeah. Torquil had been a Hunter for less than an hour and had already died once, which was all it took for normal people; Victor had been a Hunter for four years, apparently, and was still alive. It seemed like he would probably know how to stay alive.
Ophelia told him to have respect and listen to a good idea... which actually made Torquil just entirely do a double take. Since Victor had already agreed to come with them, the thing she must have been arguing for now must have been that Victor should also help fight the beast. So the “good idea” was for Victor to help Moira and her Hunters fight? And the way she said it, calling Victor's stance “absurd,” telling him to have respect – despite Torquil not even having interpreted anything Victor had said as disrespectful – and all in a tone that seemed almost belittling and angry. Torquil rarely thought about things past the superficial, but this was so utterly nonsensical to him that he could not stop himself, and all he could come up with was that they had somehow fundamentally misunderstood each other.

Then Victor turned and started going down a different street, just like that, having changed his mind without uttering another word, and Torquil's brief moment of happiness turned to sadness, regret... and doubt. Especially with Ophelia's last comment about letting Victor die, Torquil felt something inside him wither and crumple. He just stood there, looking at Victor walking off down that street all alone, braving a Night of the Hunt alone rather than being forced into a fight that terrified him. And Ophelia glanced at him questioningly, expecting him to follow her and Moira to fight the thing Victor was so scared of while leaving Victor – the man who had come to their rescue after they first awakened, and who had risked his life and suffered grievous injuries for them, and given one of his last blood vials to save Farren – on his own. Alone.
Torquil swallowed, and realized that right now, he would rather go with Victor than with Ophelia.

But before Torquil could do anything to solidify that decision, Farren called out to Victor, told him about someone called Kastavan and threw him a blood vial. Victor stopped long enough to listen to the message and catch the vial thrown to him, only for him to spend several seconds just standing there with the vial in his hand, staring at it, before stowing it in his pack. Victor looked at Farren, seemingly in thinking about something hard, before ultimately just nodding his head firmly before turning around to continue leaving.
Torquil bit his lip, and realized that Farren was looking at him, only for Farren to nod toward Ophelia and Moira's group. Torquil felt his heart sink, and indecision tore at him. He watched Farren going with the others, together with Ophelia in their big group, headed off in pursuit of some terrible monster. He watched Victor walking alone down an empty street, toward the huge, imposing structure of the Grand Cathedral in the distance, towering over the rest of the city.
Ultimately, of course, Torquil was bad at taking decisions. He knew this; it was why he was so readily willing to just do whatever he was told. So with one last mournful and sympathetic glance at Victor, he hurried along to catch up to the group as they continued down the empty street toward the southern mountains of southern Yharnam.