Vincent backed away from the mask suddenly, tilting his head from side to side as if shaking out the cobwebs. He ruffled his hair, puzzled by how absorbed he'd become.
"It vexes me... for some reason; and intrigues me." He looked up at Rahne. "Sometimes... I try to think of my father, and his face is blank to me. So I think of a mask."
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