Frankly, Vincent was appalled by the lack of adult supervision in your party. A responsible adult wouldn’t be watching you creep dangerously close to a crumbling ledge over a very inconvenient-looking rift without saying a word. Vincent stares with deadpan eyes as you crouch like a cat about to pounce, eyes locked on a glowing materia orb nestled on the other side. “Don’t you dare,” Vincent mutters, already moving.

When you attempt to jump, Vincent crosses the distance and snatches you by the scruff of your tunic mid-leap, lifting you clean off the ground as if you were a misbehaving stray. With a long-suffering sigh, Vincent looks over his shoulder at the rest of your teammates. Tifa doesn’t seem particularly bothered, which means they’re used to this behaviour. “Stop trying to get yourself killed,” he grumbles when he turns back to you. If no one else has the patience to parent you, he will.