[ He sees that katana. Don't think he doesn't. Vergil has to avert his eyes, look away for just a moment. Is he pleased? Surprised? Unclear. This is still strange for him, despite having made the attempt around what he assumed to be Christmas. He doesn't remember the last time he gave a gift, much less whether or not it was well-received; to see this one set aside nicely where it's within reach if necessary is... interesting.
Now if only he could get the boy to not let go of it and keep himself prepared. Someday, hopefully, his lessons might be taken to heart.
That's not what's important, though. What's important are the words that had come out of Nero's mouth and how they rankle.
How dare this insolent child call him scared. ]
Care to repeat that?
[ Vergil's voice is low, dangerous as he stalks up to his son. ]
no subject
Now if only he could get the boy to not let go of it and keep himself prepared. Someday, hopefully, his lessons might be taken to heart.
That's not what's important, though. What's important are the words that had come out of Nero's mouth and how they rankle.
How dare this insolent child call him scared. ]
Care to repeat that?
[ Vergil's voice is low, dangerous as he stalks up to his son. ]
I don't think I heard you.