"...Mr. Van Ghoul…" Daphne says, using her voice to fill the silence of the room. Her eyes were shifting nervously to Vincent Van Ghoul then back towards the ground staring at her shoes, and then. "...and what's so good about being a monster…" she says again, but she's far more despondent. Subconsciously she was deferring to the warlock's own opinions. "...what about the danger? Won't we both be in danger now that…" she struggled to her feet trying to steady her shaking legs.
"There are many dangers." Vincent says, with his plain spoken answer that Daphne has come to expect from him by now.
"No, but-"
"But what?"
"What I've done…" Daphne says, her voice suddenly lowers beneath a whisper. "Now that Dracula has given me the appearance of life. I-"
"It is not the appearance of life, '' Vincent says, his voice remains gentle and soft. Using reason that only a situation like this would permit. "It is life. A perversion of life, but life nonetheless," and he adds, with an encouraging smile. "You're living."
"For that to happen Dracula taken my last breaths along with him." Daphne says, raising her voice a bit more louder. "and if it wasn't for me Shaggy wouldn't have been forced to bring him here," she understands Vincent was only trying to spare some feeling that he may have been able to salvage after she ignored him after they tried escaping from the Himalayas. "And if you'd have any decency it should be me who you should be BLAMING!" The last singular word she screamed was ringing in not only Vincent's ears but also Shaggy and Dracula who stood nearby. It was a pained scream that echoed throughout the empty halls of Vincent's stone walled castle. Her voice raised at the very last word. Forcing every single bit of emotion into it. This anger Daphne had bottled up had been forced into this singular syllable that resonated in the air. A word that highlighted much of her own guilt and remorse. And a voice that pierced into her subconscious that told her that she should never be forgiven for the events that had transpired.
Vincent seemingly at a loss for words, and then suddenly. "...Daphne, I'm not blaming anyone. If you really think you are going to appease me or even Shaggy by way of cutting yourself open is an appropriate apology then you're sorely mistaken."
"He's right you know," Shaggy says, and he's quick to back Vincent up. "We're friends aren't we? Isn't that what friends are made for, right?" It takes one look at Daphne to know she looks ready to burst into tears. "Listen, Daph things will settle. Will get through this together," it takes him a few seconds to compose himself. When he does, he notices Daphne's expression to be a guilty one. No doubt driven by the loss of their freedom. Her eyes were incredibly soft and apologetic. "Like I said before, whatever it takes."
It was his sacrifice that unsettled Daphne.
His selfless act of love that spared her from the brink of death itself.
But also Vincent could sense Shaggy's own blossoming anxieties and fears in response to Daphne's own brief lapse of judgment. He does find this ordeal rather heartbreaking. Which is evident and quite frankly overwhelmingly demonstrated by Shaggy's own desperation and unhealthy headspace.
His unconventional approach that would somehow patch up this psychologically devastating, catalytic event. Vincent should prepare him for when harsh, cold reality will eventually intersect with his thoughts of their shared future.
As they say "nothing is set in stone" or so he hopes.