Vincent looked like a demon in his current state, scaring the citizens away just as much as Sephiroth was doing. Except, it was Vincent's looks that scared them, and Sephiroth's pure aura of power. Even Vincent felt it in someway. Like a power he could hardly comprehend, and most likely, never be able to defeat. If he was to survive in this world, and find Lucrecia, it would be with help from this silver haired man. And that thought kept Vincent following Sephiroth like a lost puppy.

"I, don't think we're going to find one of these people. Maybe I was wrong," he said to himself mostly, his eyes fallen heavily to the ground. He was still tired and hurt, and standing was hard enough. Eventually he would stop and lean on a sign post, barely keeping his eyes open. Mission failed, it seemed.