The orderlies that had escorted him strayed only momentarily, their scrutinizing eyes sweeping the room before turning to leave. Vincent sank down in a corner of the small locker area, staring darkly at the wall.

Cid wasn't here yet.

With a shaky breath he buried his face in his arms again, attempting desperately to quell the fury that had followed him to the showers. The numbness from before had been better.

It was ironic. Before Landel's, he'd been doing very well.

Vincent only then realized that his claw was a gold hand again.