[Vergil watches Dante return from the kitchen to his pile, reaching for the latest bottle. He doesn't say anything, but his silence still is accompanied by a heavy weight of wanting to say something all the same. But it's not anger that has Vergil so quiet, but rather an uncertainty. An anxiety that sits in the pit of his stomach as he weighs his options and mulls it over. He sets his tea down on the floor nearby to the couch and slowly closes the book in his lap again, hands resting on the cover just so that his fingers curl over the top of it, but he lingers in his indecision to say something or not.]
[On an extremely basic level, what Dante is suggesting does not sit well with Vergil. A life worth living, to him, is one that he should always wish to protect and fight for. To ask Vergil to live his life, but allow someone else—even his own brother—to be the one to ensure there is no threat to it is simply antithetical to Vergil even without that endless drive for power. No matter how much Vergil has craved to be loved and to be protected, he could never idly stand by if those he has chosen to love, chosen to care for are in any sort of danger. Regardless of the temporary nature of this life he has managed to start to eke out for himself here in Folkmore... It is Vergil's, and that makes it his to protect with everything he has.]
[But far deeper and greater than that basic principle is the way Dante says it. Just live your life here. It sits poorly with Vergil. It's as though despite being perfectly within reach, Dante is hundreds of miles away. Just live your life here. As though Dante is not a part of it let alone an important part of it. Glaring at a spot on the floor, Vergil purses his lips. This is why he's left in indecision.]
[Short of more literally drilling it into his skull, while she was alive, Eva never let Vergil forget that his responsibility as the eldest was to look after his little brother. At the time, he resented it, of course. What child wouldn't? Especially when taking into consideration they were twins, and no matter whatever reassurances could be offered, they were still expected more than regular siblings to share in all things with each other. So, not only was Vergil being asked to share when he did not want to, make concessions on his quiet to appease his little brother, he was also asked to take responsibility for Dante. But then Eva died. Eva died and the Yamato protected him, and those events shaped so much of his life by themselves, but Eva was not the only person that Vergil mourned, the only person he lost and led him to swear off ever allowing someone that sort of closeness to him ever again.]
[He thought Dante had been taken from him, too. That he had been too weak. That his selfish, childish aggravation with Dante that day had...]
[Vergil knows he's failed Dante as a brother more than he hasn't, and that even when excluding times when he was not entirely himself, he'd plainly resented it. But that's not what Vergil wants. Deep in his heart, he's never wanted to be alone or without his brother even with all their differences, and their inability to truly resolve any of them between one another. For as much as Dante drives him insane... He will always been Vergil's little brother. And he wants things to be different, to be better between them.]
I have been looking at some of the houses in the area. This is working for now, [he says with a vague gesture of his hand to what used to be just his apartment,] but you could use more clothes than the ones you own already and there isn't enough room in here for storage like that. I also wouldn't mind having my own room again on the off-chance Mizu feels brave enough to weather your nonsense for a night or two. And I don't know what Nero's plans are, but I was thinking regardless of whether he chooses to stay or go, having a bed available to him rather than sleeping on this thing would be preferred.
[Vergil is looking anywhere but at Dante as he says any of this. Even if he's learned from his mistake in the woods that day of pressing too much of an interest or otherwise protest to Dante's assertions, there's still a degree to which he doesn't know how Dante will take this. If he will agree to it or not. Vergil supposes it doesn't really...matter. It's not as though they won't still see each other. It will just take more effort than it does now to make that happen, that's all. But it bruised before, and Vergil doesn't want something like this, something that he's trying to say without perhaps saying it directly, to potentially spark an argument.]
There aren't many, but there are a few three bedrooms that seem as though they should suffice. You could... [He clears his throat and tries again, more firmly.] You could come with me tomorrow to see which ones you prefer.
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[On an extremely basic level, what Dante is suggesting does not sit well with Vergil. A life worth living, to him, is one that he should always wish to protect and fight for. To ask Vergil to live his life, but allow someone else—even his own brother—to be the one to ensure there is no threat to it is simply antithetical to Vergil even without that endless drive for power. No matter how much Vergil has craved to be loved and to be protected, he could never idly stand by if those he has chosen to love, chosen to care for are in any sort of danger. Regardless of the temporary nature of this life he has managed to start to eke out for himself here in Folkmore... It is Vergil's, and that makes it his to protect with everything he has.]
[But far deeper and greater than that basic principle is the way Dante says it. Just live your life here. It sits poorly with Vergil. It's as though despite being perfectly within reach, Dante is hundreds of miles away. Just live your life here. As though Dante is not a part of it let alone an important part of it. Glaring at a spot on the floor, Vergil purses his lips. This is why he's left in indecision.]
[Short of more literally drilling it into his skull, while she was alive, Eva never let Vergil forget that his responsibility as the eldest was to look after his little brother. At the time, he resented it, of course. What child wouldn't? Especially when taking into consideration they were twins, and no matter whatever reassurances could be offered, they were still expected more than regular siblings to share in all things with each other. So, not only was Vergil being asked to share when he did not want to, make concessions on his quiet to appease his little brother, he was also asked to take responsibility for Dante. But then Eva died. Eva died and the Yamato protected him, and those events shaped so much of his life by themselves, but Eva was not the only person that Vergil mourned, the only person he lost and led him to swear off ever allowing someone that sort of closeness to him ever again.]
[He thought Dante had been taken from him, too. That he had been too weak. That his selfish, childish aggravation with Dante that day had...]
[Vergil knows he's failed Dante as a brother more than he hasn't, and that even when excluding times when he was not entirely himself, he'd plainly resented it. But that's not what Vergil wants. Deep in his heart, he's never wanted to be alone or without his brother even with all their differences, and their inability to truly resolve any of them between one another. For as much as Dante drives him insane... He will always been Vergil's little brother. And he wants things to be different, to be better between them.]
I have been looking at some of the houses in the area. This is working for now, [he says with a vague gesture of his hand to what used to be just his apartment,] but you could use more clothes than the ones you own already and there isn't enough room in here for storage like that. I also wouldn't mind having my own room again on the off-chance Mizu feels brave enough to weather your nonsense for a night or two. And I don't know what Nero's plans are, but I was thinking regardless of whether he chooses to stay or go, having a bed available to him rather than sleeping on this thing would be preferred.
[Vergil is looking anywhere but at Dante as he says any of this. Even if he's learned from his mistake in the woods that day of pressing too much of an interest or otherwise protest to Dante's assertions, there's still a degree to which he doesn't know how Dante will take this. If he will agree to it or not. Vergil supposes it doesn't really...matter. It's not as though they won't still see each other. It will just take more effort than it does now to make that happen, that's all. But it bruised before, and Vergil doesn't want something like this, something that he's trying to say without perhaps saying it directly, to potentially spark an argument.]
There aren't many, but there are a few three bedrooms that seem as though they should suffice. You could... [He clears his throat and tries again, more firmly.] You could come with me tomorrow to see which ones you prefer.