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[ofmisfortune]

[ UGH. ]

So it is…

[ Shifting the pack yet again, he’s already finding the process annoying… but what is he to do otherwise, strap a pair of them to his head? Embarrassing. ]

Certainly would be my last choice, if given the option.

[individualized]

[Echo knits her brow. It wasn't like she thought this was a good thing, but to be particularly against it strikes her as unusual.]

Why is that?

[Sorry about this whole "free will" thing, her questions are coming out of her mouth now... She may or may not be the person who knows the actual Vincent the best, but she's pretty sure he still keeps a lot of secrets from her.]

[ofmisfortune]

[ The blond regards Echo as if that answer should be obvious! ]

The occult, the supernatural… It’s all distasteful. I hate it.

[individualized]

[Slowly, Echo's eyes grow wider as her train of thought progresses. The occult... those memories she had received... and the way he had started acting regarding a certain someone who was in those memories...

She lifts her hand just slightly so her sleeve covers her mouth and murmurs before she realizes she's vocalizing.]

...Then Lady Ada...

[ofmisfortune]

[ WHAT. Vincent very near bristles upon hearing that name.

The way the blond tenses definitely leaves him wincing, and he grunts in overall displeasure! ]

What about that woman?!

[ How could Echo possibly know that??? ]

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[Echo raises an eyebrow and looks at him suspiciously. It's hard to tell if she paid any attention to what he just said or not.]

Is that why you would lock yourself in your room with "emotional distress" right after seeing her?

[ofmisfortune]

[ How dare she call him out like that? With an indignant scoff, he leers at Echo… and switches his cold pack to the other side of his head. ]

That sort of presence is a drain on me, in general. [ As the memories set back in, he is weighed down to sulk on his pillow. ] Though she had forced me to listen to her go on about those atrocities for five hours… A man can only take so much…

[individualized]

[Oh, this is so... what's that word again?...

Funny? Yes, this is funny.

Echo had found her hobby surprising and a bit odd, but nothing worth this sort of response. Vincent himself was infinitely more annoying in her opinion. And she spent a lot of time with Ada in those memories.]

Yet now you must endure it day in and day out... Being a creature of Lady Ada's world...

[...Where did that come from?! Did this extra soul give her an attitude?]

[ofmisfortune]

[ Echo, what the fuck???

Scowling, Vincent halfheartedly tosses the cold pack at her. It wasn’t very working very well anymore, anyway. ]

You— . . . Go get some more ice, Echo. You’re giving me a headache.

[individualized]

[She easily catches it with one hand.

Honestly, whatever it was that was so satisfying about this took away any concern she had about why she'd behaved so uncharacteristically.]

Yes, Master Vincent.

[She'll even be nice enough to get some for each horn. Not that she feels bad for making that comment. This actually stood to stay very amusing for a long time!]