[ He remembers, at the end. How it had felt to be falling apart yet again, the ever-looming knowledge that if he became unable to rejoin with Urizen, it would spell his doom. He'd been lucky that Nero questioned so little, had been so immediately trusting. If he'd had even a touch more self-preservational instinct, Vergil knows he might not be standing here today.
Something else he'll have to talk to the boy about.
Vergil raises an eyebrow as V swings the cane, holds it out. That's right — he'd wanted to take a closer look at it, and then things had happened. The memory of how cocksure he'd been then sticks at the back of his throat for a moment — before he dismisses the thought. Not right now. Right now, he stands before taking the cane in one hand, raising an eyebrow at the weight of it. It is not slight, seems to be made entirely of metal... And yet there is something strangely familiar about it.
More than the fact that he'd been V and so had at one point been acquainted with the cane itself, something else seems to call to him, something he knows almost as well as himself. Vergil turns, takes the Yamato from where she had been resting beside him. A sharp breath accompanies the tremor that crawls through him, and he narrows his eyes, holds out the Yamato to his shadow. ]
We— You found this cane at some store, and felt nothing. Take this, and tell me what you feel instead.
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[ He remembers, at the end. How it had felt to be falling apart yet again, the ever-looming knowledge that if he became unable to rejoin with Urizen, it would spell his doom. He'd been lucky that Nero questioned so little, had been so immediately trusting. If he'd had even a touch more self-preservational instinct, Vergil knows he might not be standing here today.
Something else he'll have to talk to the boy about.
Vergil raises an eyebrow as V swings the cane, holds it out. That's right — he'd wanted to take a closer look at it, and then things had happened. The memory of how cocksure he'd been then sticks at the back of his throat for a moment — before he dismisses the thought. Not right now. Right now, he stands before taking the cane in one hand, raising an eyebrow at the weight of it. It is not slight, seems to be made entirely of metal... And yet there is something strangely familiar about it.
More than the fact that he'd been V and so had at one point been acquainted with the cane itself, something else seems to call to him, something he knows almost as well as himself. Vergil turns, takes the Yamato from where she had been resting beside him. A sharp breath accompanies the tremor that crawls through him, and he narrows his eyes, holds out the Yamato to his shadow. ]
We— You found this cane at some store, and felt nothing. Take this, and tell me what you feel instead.