[Maybe things would be different for Vector if these ghosts wouldn't keep trying to attack him at such a personal level. But the truth is, he fears the vengeful spirits of those he has killed a lot more than any 'sad' echo of the family he once had and as far as 'him' killing 'them' goes - yep, he's killed his parents. One way or another, he is the one to blame for what happened at that time in that room. And like all the other times Vector is confronted with his guilt he embraces it willingly, readily wrapping himself into it like the cloak of a king but never ever wavering beneath it.

The thought that anybody might take the child's words about his murder in connection with his many nameless victims rather than his own personal tragedy doesn't even occur to him as he flashes Mizael a smirk at his display of weakness.]

The trick is to know the lines - there is no connection between the humans we once were and the Barians we are now. No blurring lines. Just sharp borders.

[His voice is low and sounds almost sympathetic as he reminds his 'comrade' of their shared decision regarding the treatment of their past lives. Holding the door open, he nods towards the stairs.]

Let's go.