The way the two are speaking of the use of flesh instead of swords. It hadn't escaped Vincent's notice. He had to pick where to address each thing without losing the narrative completely and he had to do it without a script.

Yazoo will be handed one of the magazines to browse over; it is random which one it is and might not contain any of the most excessive 'caricatures'. But it is meant to give him a moment to speak to Kadaj first.

"That's a complicated question to answer. The person can be drawing for their own exploration, for money or both. Are you wanting the limits to something that will never leave the pages of a drawing or written word? Or do you only want to know what applies to reality?"

His gaze shifts back to Yazoo. A bit of time will be given for the perusal of the magazine, but ultimately the former Turk will begin to speak again.

"You'll find that what's considered limits varies from person to person. When it comes to sex, anything that benefits one person without the consideration of any other participant's wants, needs, or comfort is wrong in most societies. Definitely the ones of our world. There are also... situations that are universally unacceptable."

He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.

"...There are some that like to play with the illusion they are being forced against their will. Or with other scenarios that are less... problematic. When it comes to writings or drawings, well. There's some things that should be obvious why they're wrong to try in reality."

This last comes out a little dry. Followed by an ever more arid comment.

"Suggesting that a blade would be more efficient than flesh in these cases shouldn't be done seriously."

There's a blink and the man's ruby gaze shifts to Yazoo but Vincent is otherwise steady when Yazoo suddenly moves to his side. Though the hand is held out, when the Remnant waits for his brother to finish questions, Vincent lets his focus remain on Kadaj.

Mostly. It's not as if he can't quest what the meaning of the offered hand is. And think of his response. Because a bare hand must be met in kind in such a moment, no? It would only be right.

The former Turk had slowly begun the work of removing his gauntlet. Deft fingers work the fitted armor free and set it aside. Then come the ordinary glove that lies underneath. The one on his right hand is also removed and set aside.

Normal, ordinary looking hands. Well, as pale as the rest of him. But that's to be expected. With Yazoo's behest finally voiced, Vincent reaches with one of his hands to take the Remnant's. The other?

He expects Kadaj may offer or have interest in doing as his brother did. That is often their way.

But first to be answered would be the 'eldest' of them. There was more to unfold there, in a way.

"Exactly. To understand it not just for yourselves and what you accept or don't, but to have empathy for others and their limits."

There is a pause and humor returns, even in this serious moment.

"That's a part of it. But there's more. When it comes to sex and some other topics, a lot of people aren't able to be candid about their personal tastes. In part because of those blurred lines." His attention shifts between the two. "Even when the topic is between adults."

"You're not children. Nor are you adults. But because of your appearance and personalities, you present as teenagers, young enough and naive enough that they panicked you weren't ready for these types of topics. Think of it as a society issue." A bit of grimness returns. "Sometimes, people who are too open with the young about that topic are subject to accusations about their motives."

That matter of taboo again.

"For the record, the definition of a sex dungeon that I know is a term for a room designed to explore various sex fetishes." Tendi's definition might have been more dubious, but Vincent can only go with what he knows. But at least he did get around to explaining the term that started all of this.

Yes. Yazoo feels alive. Whether that's because of the Admiral's limiters or because of some strange circumstance of simply existing despite being a being created from Sephiroth or Jenova's legacy- shadows, as he says- the hand is... warm? Or maybe that's just his own. Despite his almost death-like pallor, Vincent feels just as alive. No small feat for a dead man.

"I won't deny it. You may have died on our world. But because of the Admiral, you've also been given a chance to survive." There is... something intense about Vincent's words. It's empathy. Whether that ability to relate in some unspoken fashion to how the two Remnants have come to be on the Barge would interfere with the former Turk's ability to do what needs to be done should things go wrong...

That is a matter of the future. Ruby eyes look at Yazoo steadily.

"Yes. And sometimes atrocity can take other forms that aren't as easily recognized. Like what you did to the children when you sought Jenova's favor."

Vincent includes Kadaj in that look. It's clear the message; simply being driven by Mother or Sephiroth's will was not going to erase what was done.

"What do you both want? To be accepted as individuals? To be seen as 'real'? Do you want to become human or stay how you were born?" Shadows.

Vincent does shake his head as if to forestall an immediate answer.

"You don't have to answer. But those are things you should be thinking about."