"Kristoff..." Vincent bites his lip. "I can't defend it as rational. For the first time in my existence, the world that saw me as a half-breed and an exile offered me a place in that world. A meaning."
He sighs miserably. "When I should have realized I already had one here...." He finally stops and just looks at his brother. "Kristoff... dear god, when's the last time you slept? Have you even eaten?" His frantic manner and his hold on Kristoff's shoulders continues, but it's of an entirely different tone of body language, as he sits down next to him.
He looks over his shoulders, sure the others are about to arrive. "Please... help me talk to them. I'm not asking you to lie, but please... help me."
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