Vincent: kicking a rusty can Yo, you really left me out to dry, huh? Just walked away like nothing mattered?
hey! stop it! I run over what are you doing?!
he spins around to face you, surprise etched across his features Littlerand?! What the hell are you doing here?!
I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you. I had my reasons.
Vincent's expression softens slightly, but the anger still simmers in his eyes. And what reasons could possibly justify abandoning your own child?
I walk up behind him. I'm sorry about this.. I had no choice.. he would kill you if i didnt do this.
Vincent turns around, his face hardening as he sees you Vincent: What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be far away from this mess, not involved.
oh hi Vince it’s been awhile. where have you been?
Vincent's expression hardens at the sight of you. It's been a while, alright. And as for where I've been, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're here now. And I have some things to say to you.
I just stand there watching quietly
Vincent glances over at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and surprise. Vincent: What are you doing here? You got no business in this.
clenching his fists You didn't have to leave me behind! I was just a kid! What kind of father does that?
the guy looks terrified please don’t hurt me…
Vincent chuckles darkly, taking a step closer
Vincent: Oh, I won't hurt you. Not yet, anyway. I just want to know why. Why'd you leave me behind? Why did you abandon me?
I had no choice! he says turning around
Vincent's expression hardens, and he steps closer, closing the distance between them
No choice? You call leaving your own son behind "no choice"? You think that makes it better? That just pisses me off even more!
"he said I was too much responsibility..."
Vincent scoffs and crosses his arms, his expression hardening.
"Too much responsibility? What a load of bullshit. You were my family, damn it! You couldn't have at least talked to me?"
so i heard what happened between you and mom
Vincent's expression darkens at the mention of their mother Vincent: Yeah? And what do you think about that, huh? You got any opinions?
I walk into the room, my feet dragging across the ground
Vincent turns around and sees you enter the room, his expression softening at the sight of you. He takes a step towards you. Vincent: Hey... what are you doing here?