Vincent clutches his arms around himself lightly. "I... maybe given our comparative ages, what he did was possibly only as bad as what I did when I was a child, but..."
He takes a slow breath. "I was frightened. Afraid he was going to be another one like my father. Someone that constituted a global threat." He swallows hard.
"Don't let the fancy magic fool you... there was very little logic there. It was a deep-seated reptile-brain driven fear."
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