[ Vincent sets the device down for a second. He props his elbows up on the surface of the desk that he sits at - his hand gestures out to the space in front of him. ]
What.
[ The tone and sound of his voice aren't enough to convey just what he's feeling. It's an itchy feeling that burns up the back of his neck. He tilts his head, but the feeling doesn't go away. ]
He has to be messing with me. [ Mockingly: ] ..aN aNGEl OF THE LoRD. [ An involuntary shudder runs through him as he tips his head up to the ceiling, drawing it across to look at every corner with some level of anxiety. ] He sounds more like a person than-- [ His eyebrows lift as he continues: ] Would I feel better if he spoke instead?
[ Possibly. Maybe. Speaking means he might have been able to convince Valtiel of something. Wishful thinking.
His hands draw back, fingertips touching his clammy forehead. ]
not here - sorry;
What.
[ The tone and sound of his voice aren't enough to convey just what he's feeling. It's an itchy feeling that burns up the back of his neck. He tilts his head, but the feeling doesn't go away. ]
He has to be messing with me. [ Mockingly: ] ..aN aNGEl OF THE LoRD. [ An involuntary shudder runs through him as he tips his head up to the ceiling, drawing it across to look at every corner with some level of anxiety. ] He sounds more like a person than-- [ His eyebrows lift as he continues: ] Would I feel better if he spoke instead?
[ Possibly. Maybe. Speaking means he might have been able to convince Valtiel of something. Wishful thinking.
His hands draw back, fingertips touching his clammy forehead. ]
I feel...