Vincent was silent and looked at Chris.

"I..." he stammered.

"I can try." he said.

Chris then lifted his shirt, and Vincent tried to use his mana to help. And while Chris felt a little better... it was minimal at best.

"That... no. I can't do any more." Vincent told them.

"Casey's put some of her most potent necromancy into that... I can't do anything." he went on.

"The only one that CAN... is Casey." he said.

This caused Chris to sink a little in despair.

Chris just looked away at the last statement. It showed that Syraene still suspected that he would go back to his old ways. It hurt, but he couldn't blame her. He couldn't blame anyone for thinking that.

Vincent was just sighed, and sighed.

"I can try." was all he said.

"I need to go back and talk to her." he said further.

"Take whatever storm is headed my way."

"...." Vincent was silent, but nodded.

"Right." he said.

He then vanished from where he was, appearing back in his home, in his den.

"Casey!?" he then called out, looking around.

He wasn't sure if she was in the den, elsewhere, or even still here.

"....." Vincent was silent for a moment.

"Firstly, my apologies about being loud." he started out with.

"Secondly, I DID find Christopher." he told her.

"And... well..." he stammered, before shaking his head.

"Casey, can we talk?" he asked.

He knew that she wouldn't like that response right away, but he wanted to talk to her about what he'd discovered.

"I need to tell you some things." he finished.

"Casey!" Vincent called out.

"You might not trust ME now, or Lindsay, or Ashley, or Ash." he said.

"But what about Syraene!?" he asked her.

"Do you trust Syraene?" he asked.

"A pure-blood dark elf that is dead and a member of the Order of The Sand?" he asked further.

"If I tell you what she told me, will you listen?" he then inquired.

"Or must you talk to her directly now?"

Vincent just heaved a heavy sigh.

"Right." he said.

He then proceeded to tell her what he did. What he'd heard when he went to the Fyrane manor, what happened there, where he went after, and what Chris and Syraene had both told him... sparing some of the details about Chris's life.

Odds are she did NOT want to hear them, was NOT interested in them.

"So there you are." he finished.

"Syraene is not happy with this development, but it seems that she tentatively trusts him... at least enough to let him live amongst us." he concluded.

"Whether you believe me or not, you can go to her yourself." he went on.

"Call her and ask her to meet you if you don't want to go anywhere near Kalin's home."

Vincent merely sighed again.

"I know." he said.

"I don't like this either, Casey." he told her.

"But... if nothing else, I trust Syraene." he then said.

"When all else fails... even if I can't trust myself... I trust her." he reiterated.

"If you want to hear it straight from her... either contact her, or she'll contact you." he finished.

"...oh, also, you really did a number on him, earlier." he added.

"I don't think anyone but yourself can heal the lingering damage done to him."

Vincent just shook his head.

"....Syraene asked me to see if I could help heal him." he told her.

"I tried." he said.

"And failed." he went on.

"....Syraene's may ask you to help him." he mumbled.

"Seems he's really in pain." he commented, before pausing.

"...though that probably makes you happy."

Again, he sighed.

"I'm just saying what Syraene told me." he told her.

"She told me to bring it up with you, so I did." he said.

"Don't be surprised if she brings it up with you, should you talk to her." he continued.

"That's all." he finished.

"Now, if you're headed out, I'm not stopping you."

".........." Vincent didn't know what to say at that point, and merely sat down in one of the chairs in the den.

"Great." he said.

"One would think our lives would have gotten calmer after Vanessa's demise." he muttered.

"But nope. THIS has to happen." he went on.

"...how I can feel such hatred for someone, yet feel honest pity for them as well?" he then asked himself.

"This is... complicated." he finished, leaning back.

"I may need a drink."