[As Dante rolls onto his side, Vergil takes his hand back from his knee and rests it on the edge of the bed instead.]
[Reasonably, Vergil cannot tell him to be unafraid. In that form, while Dante is likely to fatigue himself quickly and return to his human form if he were to truly unleash the extent of his power, that would result in a significant amount of harm. Vergil doesn't think Dante could ever walk away from something like that unscathed. Even in a place like this where death never takes and counts even less to the most callous among them, it would change him deeply. His heart is simply too soft, too human.]
I know, I know... [It's said without any sort of blame or accusation behind it, just understanding for Dante's nature.] But you can never hope to truly possess control so long as you remain in fear of it, Dante. You know that...
[Such is the nature of devils. Strength and power are what matter most to them. A devil arm would never submit itself to a creature it viewed as lesser than it, which is what makes them impossible for humans to wield. The same holds true for Dante's demonic side. So long as Dante refuses to accept it and fears it down to his core like that, it shall rule over him one way or another. And it becomes a matter of when and not if it shall take more control for itself.]
[Vergil turns his gaze forward again as he mulls something over for a moment, uncertain if he should speak of it or not. In the end, he decides to say nothing. The less their father is involved in this conversation perhaps the better.]
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[Reasonably, Vergil cannot tell him to be unafraid. In that form, while Dante is likely to fatigue himself quickly and return to his human form if he were to truly unleash the extent of his power, that would result in a significant amount of harm. Vergil doesn't think Dante could ever walk away from something like that unscathed. Even in a place like this where death never takes and counts even less to the most callous among them, it would change him deeply. His heart is simply too soft, too human.]
I know, I know... [It's said without any sort of blame or accusation behind it, just understanding for Dante's nature.] But you can never hope to truly possess control so long as you remain in fear of it, Dante. You know that...
[Such is the nature of devils. Strength and power are what matter most to them. A devil arm would never submit itself to a creature it viewed as lesser than it, which is what makes them impossible for humans to wield. The same holds true for Dante's demonic side. So long as Dante refuses to accept it and fears it down to his core like that, it shall rule over him one way or another. And it becomes a matter of when and not if it shall take more control for itself.]
[Vergil turns his gaze forward again as he mulls something over for a moment, uncertain if he should speak of it or not. In the end, he decides to say nothing. The less their father is involved in this conversation perhaps the better.]