The last few years of Florian da Vigo's life have been marred by tragedy and loss. First, there was the Black Vale, who tore him from the city and job he adored. Next came the Entity, their idol and his anathema. In the form of black Fog, it swallowed his inventions time and time again. It siphoned away the light in his eyes; the bold resolve that drove him forward. Finally, when he became too much of a liability, it cast him into the Void, leaving him with devastating physical and mental scars. Though he managed to escape, he is no longer the man he used to be. He has grown cold and distant; resentful and fervent; silently furious. He likens himself to a vengeful spirit, driven solely by spite and his desire to slay the god — no, parasite — that ruined him.
But all ghosts were people once, and the comforting warmth of humanity is something Vigo misses so. He breaks away from his introspection to lightly tap the man sitting next to him. Tingling flashes travel through gloved fingers; a foreign feeling, but not a bad one.
It was a silent night, and for a moment, Bill wonders if the moon was in the same position now as it was back then. He, too, is drowning in his own thoughts. A memory before the fog, where the real world just got worse. A revolting green sludge ran down the street, mixing with blood and ichor. They’re changing, Bill had said, dipping his fingers in to examine it. Indeed they had. Nightmarish creatures that ravished the world. The longer he stayed here, the more it felt like that was just a too long dream. Maybe this is one of those weird ass ' dreams within a dream’ types of shit. No one else here knows of the Infected, after all, so it’s only natural to second guess your bizarre recollection of them on occas-
The tap startles Bill out of his thoughts, but he doesn’t jump. Tensing underneath the touch, he turns towards Vigo, giving him a long stare. He’s not annoyed, or anything, even if his resting face is a bit disgruntled, he’s just waiting for the other to respond with whatever he needs to say.