[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		  stared after Ophelia for a time, even as Victor spoke. He was glad she’d gotten out of the way in time, but as Victor continued speaking, the azure-eyed hunter finally started paying attention. Farren scowled and glanced towards the White Church Hunter in his ruined garments. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Do you remember before?”[/b][/color] He asked, his voice weaker and more subdued than it had been when first they’d met.

"I do," Victor declared with a nod of his head. "I guess you don't?"

Farren's gaze shifted away, staring into space, his eyes seeming distant and searching, his scowl softening into a frown as if he were focusing. After a moment he shook his head, [color=#1A1A3B][b]"...only incomplete flashes. Enough to know I was probably...running from something,"[/b][/color] Farren replied. He gritted his teeth a moment, feeling the grind and restoration in that moment. His muscles stared to relax a bit as he uncurled from himself, his arms unfurling from around him. He ran a hand through his dark thick hair.

Victor shrugged. "Plenty of things to run from in Yharnam."

[color=#1A1A3B][b]"Mmn..."[/b][/color] Farren murmured in reply, a brief shuddering shake overtaking him before he forced himself back onto his feet in several careful motions. He swayed for a moment, then seemed to grow steadier as he found his equilibrium. He glanced at Victor a moment, then away as he noticed Ophelia heading back from outside. [color=#1A1A3B][b]"Be grateful you remember,"[/b][/color] he said, then bent down and retrieved his sabers... [color=#1A1A3B][b]"...for at least you'll know what you're fleeing from."[/b][/color]

Then Ophelia passed through the door, rejoining them. Farren gave her a small nod before she began talking. He winced at her choice of phrasing, then frowned as he registered everything she’d expressed. Victor reacted before him though, leaving Farren with little to say. So instead he simply raised an eyebrow in question, hoping she perhaps had more explanation than that–though he doubted it.

Either way, it was a shame…he’d rather liked Torquil and there’d be no body to bury.