"I won't claim to have known him well--he is the distant and stoic sort." Says the kettle about the pot, considering Vincent's own demeanor and nature. Lowering his voice though, a dart of his eyes around--unobtrusive--and a nod, beckoning Mary slightly closer. "I hadn't known how bad it was though, and his secrets are not mine to share. But Sephiroth has known nothing BUT the military lifestyle. Back home on Gaia, or here on Crystallis." A pause, crimson eyes seeking hers to be certain she was following him.