Vitus paced around at ground level, somehow gathering enough physical confidence to make his skinny frame seem menacing enough to scare off any passers-by as Jack slowly made his way down the building. It wasn't tiring, just very very awkward. His hands and feet were drawn to the rough surface of the building, but his body was shoved around by the wind. How uncomfortable...
Jack couldn't feel the blood in his stomach, he realized. It was like it absorbed into his body through his throat. Maybe that was just because he was so hungry... He was still hungry. How much does it take?!
Sawreeeeee this is late! It is still Friday here, I say I say... I am holed up in some dank recess on the world's smallest netbook trying to get this dang thing online. OH SO CLOSE!!
VITUS: Jack... I was worried. I'm not worried any more. The best I could hope for is that you would maintain your compassion. Even to a stranger... you did no harm.
VITUS: Tonight you showed that you may be dead, but your heart is not.
VITUS: So-- onward, lots to do.
JACK: I killed someone... didn't I?
VITUS: ...Probably.
VITUS: Get better at controlling yourself. You have the choice now.
JACK: "Igor." He was your friend too..
VITUS: My friend?
JACK: You chose him? Last night...
VITUS: Oh... that's right. Yes. So sad.
VITUS (in flashback): You there. Um. Two chicks are totally doing it behind this curtain.