Vincent: Today's the day. Either this will be the most amazing thing I've ever done or the stupidest. If you're betting on the latter, don't tell me.
Several hours later:
Mouse (to Vincent): Alright, little brother, we're going home... I am amazed that plan actually worked, but I'm glad it did.
Vincent (to Mouse): Heh. Be glad we even HAD a plan. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): That is true... Give me a hug... Aah, gently... That's the side with the sucker marks from those damn squid.
Vincent (to Mouse): Alrighty, sister o' mine. I'll see you soon, sweetie. We got some things to straighten up over here be... Ooch! Gently, gently! You barbarian!
Mouse (to Vincent): Sorry, sorry... Give my love to Poppy... We'll see you soon.
Vincent (to Eep): Thanks for your help, Slim. How are your hands doing?
Eep (to Vincent): They've been better, course, so's your face. Take it easy. And, uh, try to stay the fuck outta trouble for while, huh?
Vincent (to Eep): Hee. I always try.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, the Gloomies have gone home. How are you feeling, lover?
Poppy (to Vincent): Exhausted... I finally got Percy's arm reattached at least enough to get him safely back to the monastery.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good! Thank goodness for large favors, eh?
Poppy (to Vincent): Most definitely, lover... How are you feeling?
Vincent (to Poppy): Never been better! I don't think there's a square inch of me that doesn't ache, and I'm pretty sure I'll need stitches... But I'm alive. And so is everyone else. Hee hee.
Poppy (to Vincent): So, should we get you to the hospital, honey? We should probably get your shoulder looked at... Or I can do the stitches. Though, it might be better to get Dr. Thorne to do it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Probably at some point, hun. Heh. I'm a bit surprised you don't want to do it yourself. Turn about is fair play after all.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... I could do it in the morning, honey, but right now my hands are way too shaky... I was seriously worried about you for awhile there. I seriously thought we lost you at one point.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. You're going to have to try harder than that to get rid of me, hun. I'll be fine. I've been run through before. Well... OK. Not really. This is the first time this ever happened. Adventure!
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I'm serious. You really had me worried, especially when we lost radio contact with you for a few hours... I was about to rush in there, Margaux had to calm me down.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm so sorry, hun. I had to improvise for a little while there. Drake found my communicator. Obviously. I thought I could convince him to forget the whole thing for a while after I told him Hiiri was dead.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well... I don't think I've ever been that scared before... I didn't like it... I'm going to go for a walk, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Poppy, wait! Wait. Talk to me, hun. I'm OK. Really. What's wrong?
Poppy (to Vincent): ... I don't want to talk about it... It's stupid. You go on back to the inn, I'll be there eventually, I need some time.
Vincent (to Poppy): I don't care if it's stupid. It's clearly bothering you, hun. Talk to me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Okay, fine... I was worried that because of Victor's visits something was going to happen to you & then the two of you would be gone...
Vincent (to Poppy): Why is that stupid, hun? It sounds pretty damn rational to me. You got a glimpse of the family you're going to have one day. You don't want to lose that and be alone.
Poppy (to Vincent): I guess... I just need to think, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Alright, lover. I'm here if you need me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm, thanks... Why aren't you as shaken up by all of this? Did you really believe that everyone was going to be okay? Oh... Forget it... You probably didn't even think about the possibility.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Do you honestly believe that? Don't be ridiculous! Of course I worried about it! I just... I just... I HAD to believe it would all turn out OK, hun. I would have been paralyzed if I didn't. And that wouldn't have done anyone any good. Drake would still have kept coming after me, and God knows what would have happened to your friends.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... So you were actually worried?
Vincent (to Poppy): I was terrified. For you, for my family, for your friends, for Victor... Why do you think I asked Mouse to help? I wouldn't have put her in that kind of danger if I wasn't scared shitless.
Poppy (to Vincent): Fine... Whatever... Clearly I'm being an idiot... I am too tired to argue... I'm just going to go to bed.
Vincent (to Poppy): Poppy... God. Fine. If you want to be upset about whatever it is you're upset about FINE. I'm too tired and sore to argue with you. Good night.
Several hours later:
Mouse (to Vincent): Alright, little brother, we're going home... I am amazed that plan actually worked, but I'm glad it did.
Vincent (to Mouse): Heh. Be glad we even HAD a plan. :-P
Mouse (to Vincent): That is true... Give me a hug... Aah, gently... That's the side with the sucker marks from those damn squid.
Vincent (to Mouse): Alrighty, sister o' mine. I'll see you soon, sweetie. We got some things to straighten up over here be... Ooch! Gently, gently! You barbarian!
Mouse (to Vincent): Sorry, sorry... Give my love to Poppy... We'll see you soon.
Vincent (to Eep): Thanks for your help, Slim. How are your hands doing?
Eep (to Vincent): They've been better, course, so's your face. Take it easy. And, uh, try to stay the fuck outta trouble for while, huh?
Vincent (to Eep): Hee. I always try.
A short time later:
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, the Gloomies have gone home. How are you feeling, lover?
Poppy (to Vincent): Exhausted... I finally got Percy's arm reattached at least enough to get him safely back to the monastery.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh good! Thank goodness for large favors, eh?
Poppy (to Vincent): Most definitely, lover... How are you feeling?
Vincent (to Poppy): Never been better! I don't think there's a square inch of me that doesn't ache, and I'm pretty sure I'll need stitches... But I'm alive. And so is everyone else. Hee hee.
Poppy (to Vincent): So, should we get you to the hospital, honey? We should probably get your shoulder looked at... Or I can do the stitches. Though, it might be better to get Dr. Thorne to do it.
Vincent (to Poppy): Probably at some point, hun. Heh. I'm a bit surprised you don't want to do it yourself. Turn about is fair play after all.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heh... I could do it in the morning, honey, but right now my hands are way too shaky... I was seriously worried about you for awhile there. I seriously thought we lost you at one point.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. You're going to have to try harder than that to get rid of me, hun. I'll be fine. I've been run through before. Well... OK. Not really. This is the first time this ever happened. Adventure!
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I'm serious. You really had me worried, especially when we lost radio contact with you for a few hours... I was about to rush in there, Margaux had to calm me down.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm so sorry, hun. I had to improvise for a little while there. Drake found my communicator. Obviously. I thought I could convince him to forget the whole thing for a while after I told him Hiiri was dead.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well... I don't think I've ever been that scared before... I didn't like it... I'm going to go for a walk, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Poppy, wait! Wait. Talk to me, hun. I'm OK. Really. What's wrong?
Poppy (to Vincent): ... I don't want to talk about it... It's stupid. You go on back to the inn, I'll be there eventually, I need some time.
Vincent (to Poppy): I don't care if it's stupid. It's clearly bothering you, hun. Talk to me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Okay, fine... I was worried that because of Victor's visits something was going to happen to you & then the two of you would be gone...
Vincent (to Poppy): Why is that stupid, hun? It sounds pretty damn rational to me. You got a glimpse of the family you're going to have one day. You don't want to lose that and be alone.
Poppy (to Vincent): I guess... I just need to think, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): Alright, lover. I'm here if you need me.
Poppy (to Vincent): Ummm, thanks... Why aren't you as shaken up by all of this? Did you really believe that everyone was going to be okay? Oh... Forget it... You probably didn't even think about the possibility.
Vincent (to Poppy): What? Do you honestly believe that? Don't be ridiculous! Of course I worried about it! I just... I just... I HAD to believe it would all turn out OK, hun. I would have been paralyzed if I didn't. And that wouldn't have done anyone any good. Drake would still have kept coming after me, and God knows what would have happened to your friends.
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh... So you were actually worried?
Vincent (to Poppy): I was terrified. For you, for my family, for your friends, for Victor... Why do you think I asked Mouse to help? I wouldn't have put her in that kind of danger if I wasn't scared shitless.
Poppy (to Vincent): Fine... Whatever... Clearly I'm being an idiot... I am too tired to argue... I'm just going to go to bed.
Vincent (to Poppy): Poppy... God. Fine. If you want to be upset about whatever it is you're upset about FINE. I'm too tired and sore to argue with you. Good night.
