He marshalled slowly across the turf, spinning his gun around his finger in a well-versed trick before slipping it back in its holster. You steadily asked him if he had done it, if he had killed Hojo. That's what you'd expected he'd done when you found him here. "Of course I did. But... it brings me no feeling of ease."

Impassive and distant as always. This was, after all, the same Vincent you had met years ago. Hanging onto his so-called 'sins' as though he could never escape them.