Hearing the voice, Vincent opens his eyes. They're still a little yellow around the edges, but it's fading gradually. He's confused for a moment or so before he remembers what was going on. Right. Zack. Zack had attacked him and... well, here they were. He turns his head to look over at Zack before looking down, taking a deep breath and slowly pushing himself up to a standing position. He wavers a little but remains upright as he looks Zack over, assessing the younger man's injuries (and paying no mind to his own; they'll heal on their own soon enough).

"... yours looked rougher."