Mary was thankful for the few days before Vincent allowed her to visit Sephiroth. It allowed her to cool her head and think about what had happened, and she'd hoped the others involved were doing the same. She was about in the hospital as well for that span, as was Bonnie, keeping an eye on Palitutu, but occasionally the moogle drifted off to check on Sephiroth as well.

Come round to the 13th, Mary gave Vincent a nod as she approached the room. There was something about the dark brooding man that she couldn't quite quantify. He had the skills to be an Assassin, but the temperment wasn't there. And yet she wasn't quite sure what to compare him to instead. A gargoyle or a ship's figurehead perhaps? She was just glad he was on their side.

"Vincent. May I speak to him?"