Lucky Vincent, that opening the grave was unnecessary. Pushing through the snow back to it was Reddie, who at first didn't even see Vincent. He WAS essentially blind, especially in the darkness- though the moon reflected off the snow helped matters a little. Enough that it only required him to be within a few metre's distance of Vincent to actually realize he was there- the smell of the dead was so familiar it was more like smelling air, honestly. However, just because he noticed him doesn't mean he knew who he was. Pushing his mask off his face, Reddie scowled, casually giving the mummified ribcage of what he didn't realize was his brother a poke. "Aaare youuu h-heerree forrr soomeethiinggg?" He asked, leaning upwards to the taller ReDead. "I've n-neeverrr s-seeennn y-youuu beforreee."