Vincent was breathing a bit heavily like he had ran around the world a hundred times without pausing or stopping to rest. He was a demon yet was he an evil one? No...a bit crazy due to having multiple sides to himself. Evil...not at all. His mother raised him in what was right and wrong. Albeit it was behind his father's back but then that was besides the point. He stayed where he was. Cringing as the hissing stopped and his head throbbed faintly. Looking at her. "Most likely. Not really sure which death I prefer." he says truthfully. "Death I know is coming or death that will stab me in the back. Most likely quite literally." he says. His breathing slowly returning to normal. He let go of the blade when its handle was held by her hand. "Thankfully he won't. I find it odd...that you trust me...when while not evil my mind is quite literally crazy. Or so I have been told. I am like a coin with many sides. It is the insanity which keeps me sane." He says. Looking at her and nodded his head. "I trust you. I find it refreshing to not be hated for once." He says.<br/><br/>Standing up on momentarily shakey legs. He was not sure how this would end. Would he be the betrayer, the betrayed or the one who betrays his own kind? Only time would tell. He felt deep down though...he wouldn't betray her trust. So it was one of the last two. He looks at her. "Glad I can trust you. Not easy to trust. Mother raised me differently from my sisters and brothers. Saw...supposably a different type of future. Part of me believes my father found out how she was raising me and arranged for her to be killed. Can't prove it but me and the old man rarely get along." He says. Shrugging a bit. Standing straight as his energy returned to him slowly. "If I do end up being slain...I want you to kill me with that blade. I want it to be you who ends me. Maybe if I die by mother's blade...I'll get to see her again." He says softly.