<br/><div align="center">(http://hiddenremote.com/files/2015/06/sense8.png)</div><div align="center">I am We</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://slightlywarped.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/sense8_limbic.jpg)(http://]https://bellsandthistle.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/bathroom1.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Vince</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b1/dd/8f/b1dd8f29c359bca11409c027c26a01a6.jpg)</div></div></div>To say that a part of him was dead was an understatement. To say that part of him a raw and bleeding stump was a hell of a lot closer to the truth. And the worst part of it was that no one around him knew the  truth. He had to hide the pain behind a smile because his ex wife didn't give a shit, his coworkers and friends had no idea that a piece of him had been ripped away. Nor would they care that in an old warehouse, a woman named Angelica had died. People thought they knew what loss was when a sibling or a lover died. But they would never understand the loss of a sensate.<br/><br/>While a beautiful woman died in a disgusting abandoned building on a dirty mattress, Vince was watching The Fox and the Hound with his 8 year old daughter and he felt all of it.<br/>"Daddy! Daddy, it's okay! Todd and Copper will still be friends at the end!"<br/><br/>The cartoon woman was leaving Todd out in the woods while tears streamed down his face and that evening's dinner was going to make an second appearance any second.<br/>"I-I'll be right back baby girl, my tummy's not happy-" he chocked out before dragging his ass to the bathroom to throw up.<br/><br/><br/>It burned like hot tar, like he'd swallowed gasoline and a lit match. Oh God, he couldn't do this. How could anything hurt this much?!<br/><br/>He body jerked violently and felt Jonas's hand on his shoulder, comforting wordlessly. Though he knew Jonas was miles away, the touch was just was solid and real. At least someone in the world understood this pain. In fact...it was only 6 other people now. He could feel the others, lending him their support, gathering around him from around the world, stroking his hair, murmuring softly.<br/><br/>Once again he was stunned that they could be so...compassionate. So strong. They were in just as much pain as he was- how could they still give like this? As his shuddering eased, he reached down and tried to give some comfort of his own, holding the hand of one of his clustermates. He wasn't really any good at that sort of thing. But at least he was trying.<br/><br/>How were they going to get through losing Angel?<br/><br/>Jonas was the one who seemed like their rock, right now.<br/><br/>"Vincent, there are two other clusters out there. We have to help them. I'm going to Chicago tomorrow."<br/><br/>Vince wiped his face off with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.<br/><br/>"I can't fucking do that, Jonas."<br/>He throat felt raw and his soul even worse.<br/>"I'm not like you, okay. Never have been. How am I supposed to teach other people what this means when I still fuck it up myself?"<br/><br/>"You never give yourself enough credit, Vincent. You are capable of so much more than you believe you are. We need you. We need you to find them and help them. ...Do it for Angel."<br/><br/>"Fuck, Jonas. Just-Fuck! Fuck!"<br/><br/>He bit his lip, hard to stop the stream of curse words. Violet didn't need to hear any of that shit. But Vince wasn't saying no. He couldn't. Fuck.<br/><br/>"I know, Vince. I know."<br/><br/>There was silence for a moment.<br/><br/>"...Where do I gotta go?"