[ On instinct, Vergil stands, his book tumbling to the ground. His hands itch for his sword, to go stab his dear little brother. They can't do that though, not here. Now, there will likely be consequences, and Vergil finds himself none too eager to find out what those are.
He'd cast away the bulk of those memories when he'd cast himself away. But he hasn't forgotten everything, and in fact it is the reason he is still awake at this hour, the reason he sleeps so lightly and so little.
In lieu of storming his brother's room and stabbing him where he sits, Vergil settles for pacing around the little shop he's claimed, Yamato clasped tight in his hand. And if he checks the locks on the doors and windows, no one else but him will know.
It takes a while, close to fifteen minutes before he feels calm enough to respond. ]
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He'd cast away the bulk of those memories when he'd cast himself away. But he hasn't forgotten everything, and in fact it is the reason he is still awake at this hour, the reason he sleeps so lightly and so little.
In lieu of storming his brother's room and stabbing him where he sits, Vergil settles for pacing around the little shop he's claimed, Yamato clasped tight in his hand. And if he checks the locks on the doors and windows, no one else but him will know.
It takes a while, close to fifteen minutes before he feels calm enough to respond. ]
Watch your words, Dante.