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Vincent was sitting at the table alone. Just the computer in front of him open and facing him where he sat. His pointer fingers were lightly pressed against his lips and his thumbs braced under his jaw. Elbows on the table and he just stared at the screen thinking. He had been sitting here for a while staring at the words on the screen.

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The little cursor was flashing clearly waiting. He had not spoken to it. He'd just come into his weapons room to put it away in the vault he had. However curiosity got the better of him, wanting to try and once more see if he could escape the fate of most beserkers. Which was to lose their soul to the darkness inside. To succumb to the rage and let it life. To be the monster that they all took an oath to fight. Using the gifts for good. To deny the demons life that plagued them. Yet it was hard to ignore the seductive whisper, the call of brothers who could do whatever they wanted with few able to even stop them.