Vincent was quiet, watching the scene play for a moment. Gathering his thoughts, and how he wanted to respond. "It was classified research. We were based in a small town in a mansion." Wasn't it obvious what kind of dangers that would present? "I do not know why I was assigned to guard her, only that it was my mission."

And Turks always completed a mission.

It had become passion too, with Lucrecia's smile, her warmth. He'd been hurt when she'd pulled away, after he found out she'd worked with his father. But he hadn't blamed her for his death. He didn't blame her still, even as he was sorrowful he couldn't go back and spare them this pain.

He never had fully figured out what had driven her to Hojo. What had driven her to participate, experimenting on her own child when she had seemed so warm before. As bodyguard it wasn't his place to question, but as a man... Well, the results of that conflict were currently playing out for any who watched.

"She was an assistant to the project. The other in the memories..." His expression remained stoic, but there was a gleam in crimson eyes and an undertone of pure hatred in the cool voice as he continued. "was Professor Hojo."