"Kristoff..." Vincent says quietly. "I can think of one time when I was young, one very important time, that he didn't get his way, and what happened because of it." He can still remember piling furniture against the door while Kristoff went outside the Building.
"I don't want you putting yourself in the middle of this." He takes a breath, then hastily continues. "I know it hurts you to hear how I talk about him, and that you can't be what I don't want to be in the first place, and I'm sorry for that.
You can come with me, but.. you don't have to." He looks up. "If it turns out to be of ill intent... well.. you have my full blessing to advance in a storm of conflicted but primarily hardened grim resolve." He manages a smile. Black humor helps.
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