[The church had been Vincent's "home" for the past day or so. He sat slumped against a wall, looking worse for wear. A bloody knife sat beside him -- he had no choice but to kill some of those rats. It was either that or starve.
When Heather came through the door, he sat up straight and grabbed the knife, but relaxed when he saw who it was. Antagonistic relationship or not, it was good to see a familiar face that he could more or less trust.]
Heather, how nice to see you. [He sounded as weak as he looked.]
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When Heather came through the door, he sat up straight and grabbed the knife, but relaxed when he saw who it was. Antagonistic relationship or not, it was good to see a familiar face that he could more or less trust.]
Heather, how nice to see you. [He sounded as weak as he looked.]