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There is still beauty in nightmares.

"You're not wrong."

Can you recall a lovely nightmare yourself? What did it stir in you?

"Being buried alive, only to come back and haunt the ones who buried me alive."

[ She answered nonchalantly, yet there was an edge in her tone. ]

...What?

Premature burial has oft been the subject of many a terrifying tale and picture, and doubly so for stories of an angry, wronged spirit. The thought of such a prolonged, terrible demise, and denial of rest thereafter, is truly the peak of human fear.

Surely, a death most dreadful. Does the nightmare yet continue, or have the guilty been laid low?

Have you not gazed into the endless night, looked down at the fathomless depths of the ocean, and imagined what glorious horrors might swim in them?

Does it not fill you with wonder, curiosity and fear?

I find it fascinating, that even things that terrify still inspire. The works man has created based off what they fear the most is vast and glorious; to find art in horror is the pinnacle of creativity.

[This is a little too intellectual for Vincent but he’s trying]

You mean like...imagining the blood splatter on the pavement if someone falls off a roof? Or... how to get sharks to eat an aquarium worker?

[To be fair, seraphs aren't well known for having Normal Person conversations]

Does it awaken deeper feelings in you? Does it touch within your mind something primal? What makes your heart hammer in your ears? Makes you desire to run, but still yet draws you in?

What is black as pitch, but still illuminates your brain with ideas and possibilities?

Perhaps it is the constellation of blood and brain splashed out upon the pavement, or the careful deliberation of how to entice a wild animal to enact your will upon another.

[He thinks about her questions for a moment. He’s a bright kid but not particularly cerebal.]

i mean mostly it makes me want to get laid? I guess that’s considered primal, right? [He is really not trying to be difficult.]

I think....I like figuring out puzzles. The planning.

"It took them a while to learn their lesson, they kept making the same mistakes."

I used to think there was beauty in darkness like that, too, [he admits, evenly.] That was until I had nightmares that made me change my mind.

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