Enzo, lying on his side, gave Vincent a deadpan look, his expression tired.
Snapping out of his stunned stupor, Vincent pushed himself to his knees and hurriedly crawled to Enzo's side. Gently, he reached out and nudged his shoulder, trying to help him lie flat.
Enzo's body shifted, his back now against the floor, and his weary gaze flickering up toward the high ceiling. With a soft, dry chuckle, he tilted his head toward Vincent and said, "This position isn't any better, you know."
Vincent, clearly overwhelmed, ignored the comment, his hands hovering uncertainly over Enzo's form, careful not to touch the chains as his mind raced. His eyes swept over the length of them—shoulder to waist, arms pinned tightly.
"These… these are Councilor Argilia's chains…" Vincent murmured.
Enzo gave a slow, tired nod, his eyes fluttering half-closed. "Mhm. Father came to the human world with her. Didn't you know?"
