"Sometimes," comes the answer. Vincent's walking now. The drawing will be left in Sephiroth's care. It's clear the man is leaving as abruptly as he turned up and made himself... well, mostly at home.

He draws the flap back but before he passes through it, pauses. There's a tilt of his head as if he almost looks over his shoulder.

"Having others going through the same thing. I suppose that changes things."

Then like a ghost, he vanishes through the opening. The flaps fall closed again but he seems to be departing.

Doesn't even zip up the canvas on the way out.