He stared down at his hands. The skin, tough as old leather. The palms, calloused enough to snag cotton. Under the skin, on the palm of his left hand was a splinter from years ago that had refused removal. He mused, I carry time in my hands.
(more) His mind, sharp enough to remember his youth and the pleasures of love. Now his days were spent staring out the window remembering. Remembering it all.
His wife had been dead fifteen years now. Their children tried to convince him to pack up her clothes. He had refused. He needed her cloths in the closet and her slippers under their bed. He would rather think of her on an extended trip. His acquired years had earned him the right of self deception. So he missed her but not so much.
He was old, frail and tired. Of these facts he was aware. Yet he could be caught smiling to himself from time to time. He was, at one time, a hard working father and a husband who was deeply in love with his wife. Old, yes. Sad? Not so much.(less)
How is it that so many triggers are related to past Verbal Tics?
Wait, what the hell, Leon, how is that you get critical hits and Joachim doesn't? That dinosaur-venus flytrap-snake-weed like thing is definitely laughing at you.
"It must've been hard to stay down here fo(more)r so long..." But, the newly freed prisoner didn't have the ominous pressures of time down in the waterfall cave, so...
"Not so much, human." The hands of nobles effortlessly brushed off his gauntlets and vest. "Your mortal lifetimes pass by in the blink of an eye to me." He wasn't about to give any favors for the unwanted assistance to freedom, but folded his arms and waited for the vampire hunter to carry on his way.
"I see..." Leon was beginning to learn about the many forms that vampires could take. They were not all in the obvious outward appearance of a monster. Indeed, this one was slight, though tall, but had features that could make mortal women jealous and flustered simultaneously. There was a beat. "Is there something else?"
"You're going to continue on your way to Walter, correct?"
"Well then, stop wasting time and get moving. I'd tell you where to go myself, but you're the one with a map, aren't you?"
"You haven't been taking precise directions with the player checking the map in every few rooms to see where to go next?"
"Not so much." They set aside the Medium Awareness.
"...Hmph! Very well, keep wandering then. Try not to die too quickly, it would reflect badly on this fluke victory over me."
"You've had a lot of time to let this sink it, I presume."