( That silence settles over him again and, for a moment, the youngest son of Sparda almost seems deflated. Not necessarily with what it is Vergil says, but. More about what it means for him. Not wanting to let himself settle there in that feeling though, he sighs as he approaches his brother. )
Well. Then I guess I wonβt agree to it.
( Clap of his hand on his brotherβs shoulder, he smiles softly while giving a nod. )
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Well. Then I guess I wonβt agree to it.
( Clap of his hand on his brotherβs shoulder, he smiles softly while giving a nod. )
Thanks, bro. Good talk.