Khaat took the paper back and eyed him with a bit of curiosity of her own. She had been afraid before, but Vicent had always been someone she'd been confident in. he had saved her life more times than she could count. She trusted in his skills beyond almost anyone else and hadn't ever hesitated to say so. This was new, though. She had never been afraid for him before. Why did she still care? She paused a moment to gather her thoughts before she wrote again.
"Be careful. We were with him when his mind snapped. He has become an indescriminate killer. I don't know of anyone else that has the capacity or the desire to do this but him. If he can do this, don't think he won't kill everyone of you too before you could stop him. And he won't give a damn. You can't reason with him. He doesn't have that in him anymore. Whatever you might think, I am not your enemy. Don't let him fool you. People on both sides if the law want him dead. You team up with him and they'll kill you just as quick. Stay safe."
She knew he liked power, but aligning with Thaor was only going to toss Vincent a few notches lower on the food chain, as far as she could see. He seemed to hate the ministry now, and therefore she was not in a position to help him much. But if he heard her warning, he might live long enough to continue his fight. And, strangely, she wasn't against that. She hesitated, debating on giving him this much of herself again, but then she handed him back the note, sighing.
Good or bad, she'd done it. She'd given him the truth about Thaor to try to save Vincent from a fatal miscalculation. The rest was up to him. And unless he had become an imbecile since she'd seen him last, he would now know that some part of her still cared on some level--much as she didn't understand that herself. She felt a bit like kicking herself, but she was in enough pain as it was already.