Vincent looks at her and shakes his head. "I understand but even assassin's have feelings....very, very deep down." He says. He was shakey but slowly getting energy. It was helpful that she was helping him out. He looked at her as she talked. Nodding his head. "Very understandable." He says softly. "Used by your own family...sounds familiar. My father uses me in ways similar yet different from the way your family uses you." He says softly. "It is only worse in some ways and better in others." he says simply. They got to the car and with her help he got into it. Sitting in the seat and shuts the door. Thinking and pondering to himself. There was so much about them that was different yet at the same time there was things about them where they were similar.