Private-Letters------>May become action?

[bloodypast]

[Letter delivered by hand to Albel, via Mogdelina or Ophelia. :) "I think this was really difficult for him to write kupo." If Ophelia delivers directly to Albel, she'll add that comment. ]

Albel,

I do not reach out often, nor am I all that comfortable simply 'talking'. But...I find myself needing to, and though you are blunt--I respect you, and would ask your confidence. When would be good for us to converse?

--Vincent





[Letter delivered directly via Ophelia.]

Dear Lucrecia,

I hope you are settling in well. Please do not forget your promise. Do not also hesitate to ask for help if you wish.

--Vincent

Comments

[bloodypast]

[Vincent could see the tightness in Albel's expression, was aware perhaps the other was regretting something similar. It was a familiar feeling to Vincent; in the end, things had gone so far because he had only watched...

The latter comment though, brought a hint of a smile at the edges of his mouth.]

You are helping, actually.

[Quietly voiced but firm all the same.]

It is useful to have someone to discuss this with.

[Albel had made his opinion on Lucrecia obvious, when witnessing Vincent's memory. But he still did not have the outright hatred that many from Vincent's own world would.]

[wickedone]

[Albel glanced up with some surprise, then managed a small smile himself.]

If you say so. I guess sometimes it helps just to say something out loud.

[He wondered if Vincent knew what he'd say now... or at least when he'd say it. Either way, if Albel had made his friend feel even a little better about the situation, then Albel was satisfied.]

[bloodypast]

I suppose that is why more people do it.

[A genuine nod of his thanks though, moving to take the rifle case with him, preparing to leave.]

I'm not used to having need of it for myself. Or trusting others, to be able to do so.

[That's about as close as you'll get to an admission of friendship, Albel. You're free to come to Vincent too, in turn.]

[wickedone]

So you trust me?

[A small smile fluttered over Albel's features. He'd felt a sense of kinship with Vincent for a long while. It was reaffirming to have it reciprocated in this way.]

Thank you. I'll keep your confidence.

[He touched the bullet one last time before stowing it away and nodding.]

Until we meet again. Good luck.