Vincent Valentine

Sometime between now and the ritual, Vincent had told Sephiroth he wouldn't be visiting as regularly- every day in the sense of dropping meals by if not seen- as he needed to investigate a few things. But if he was needed, he could be contacted by relic. 'Not around' had been a partial truth; the cat was in evidence about as much as normal and it was a fact that he had to look into something that he simply couldn't ask openly about on the network.

What that means is that the former Turk is available to serve as a partner for trips into Exile. Though the... premise of Sephiroth's plans had been met with some misgivings, Vincent had agreed to the merits. For better or worse, ironic as it sounds, it was far better than dubious, 'soul tearing' blood rituals in his book.

The day started clear in the swamp; which was something of a blessing for it minimized the need to use his gun because of a sudden attack. His was not exactly a silent combat style and wont to attract attention when the goal was to single out individual creatures.

The fog started to roll in as the day passed. And while it does not unsettle Vincent, that makes it all the easier for him to see how agitated Sephiroth becomes as the minutes tick by and the mists grow thicker, changing the dynamic of sound and vision.

But that would hardly be an issue for the highly trained first SOLDIER.

But it turns out he doesn't need to suggest they take a break and not risk the danger of further engagement in the swamp that day; the teen has already taken action, retreating out of the mire and spilling out onto the peaceful banks of the Encantado. Vincent keeps silent and renders aid in the establishment of the camp.

But it's not without note that this will be no short term break. Casimir's appearance and subsequent retreat into the brush- is that just to escape the sun or is it characteristic of Sephiroth's mood?- is spared a glance. It will only be after everything is set up to whatever exacting standard is required that the former Turk speaks up.

That, and time to settle in. At a point where the youth sits down to make use of Lore to conjure whatever equipment is needed to fish and the like, Vincent approaches and takes a seat nearby. Even if it's in the direct sun- he is ever more fond of the shade and shadows- it is endured.

"You've been on edge like this before." He knows it just isn't the danger of continuing the hunt that forced the retreat. It is definitely not anything to do with the ritual; that observed behavior was before the events in Baba Yaga's academy. "Did something happen?"