[h3]Eastern Central Yharnam[/h3]
"I'll put my faith in the Mask rune and let that be enough. You shouldn't come, dear, not until we have a plan. You seem shaken enough by what that horrid wraith did to you," Ophelia said.

Torquil listened to Ophelia and Farren, and his expression gradually turned to a frown as he weighed their words and tried to reconcile the conflicting sentiments in his heart. On one hand he really detested the idea of them splitting up again, which seemed to keep happening even though they had decided not to do that anymore... but on the other hand, it seemed that Farren was very determined in not wanting anything to do with Ego.
Part of him wanted to claim that he understood how Farren felt, but another part pointed out that he understood Farren's feelings even less than he did so many other things. Torquil had none of the traumas Farren seemed to have; all that haunted him about his past were some vague sourceless emotions, visions of a hovel in the forest and brown eyes. When he had come into contact with Vicar Harold he had barely felt anything at all, and when he donned the Mask Rune the only thing that changed was that he no longer thought of the vicar as a nice old man that he could trust. Unlike especially Farren, but to an extent Ophelia and Gerlinde as well, Torquil suspected that he was the one who feared the vicar and Ego the least. To him they were just powerful entities; anything about the nature of a Great One and the Nightmare and all that stuff went way over his head. God or not, if someone came at him Torquil would just start hitting it until it died... and if it came back like the Paleblood Hunters did, he would kill it again. He would put his hands around their throat and –
A brief wince passed over his face as those brown eyes flashed before his mind's eye again, as clear as if they were physically right in front of him. The rage, hatred and disgust filled his stomach again, so strong it almost made him nauseous.

“I don't like us splitting up,” he said after a brief few seconds of consideration, “and I like the idea of you going alone even less. Farren shouldn't need to go, but at least take Gerlinde or me.” He paused for just a second before adding: “Probably me.”