No, it wasn't fair...but Vincent meant that in an entirely different way than MarKus. He'd been left with the signs of his torment, truthfully. Not that he would ever forget, even if this were a different world.

Silent, his gaze turning to the gauntlet covering his arm, before he clenched his fist and let it fall back to his side. Hidden under the cloak, as he faced the other. "It is a different world, so we shall see. What's the name of your shop?"