Vincent was stronger than he looked, as he moved. Placing himself between Anthy and the others, pulling her up as his grip shifted to her elbow and upper arm. Carefully, but still firm, getting her to her feet. Careful as he moved, pulling her with him, to get some distance from the pair advancing.

It was not a run, as that would provoke the phantoms further. This was a quick and purposeful walk, and he kept part of his attention on the others as he ignored their words. Spearing Anthy, once they stopped, with crimson gaze. His voice was quiet and non-judgmental, but demanded an answer. "Do you regret it?"

He understood regret very well, sensing in her an unwitting kindred spirit.