[He hopes so too, even though he doubts it. He certainly thinks he'll carry guilt about Credo forever. After all, if he was just a little faster, stronger, smarter, more experienced, he wouldn't have been captured by Sanctus. Credo wouldn't have needed to save him. Maybe he wouldn't have doubted him in the first place, never chosen to turn on Nero for whatever reason he saw fit to.
But no matter what happened that awful day, no matter how sick and betrayed he feels about it, he doesn't want to be angry at Credo. Can't think of him easily in those harsh terms. Not when he still remembers him as a younger man, a teenager himself, a knight recruit. Too old to need to humor or play with the little sister and her companion who pestered him, but always willing to-- even with a performative huff or roll of his eyes.]
Their parents... [He's not sure what's making him want to go into this too. That fond memory of Credo, perhaps.] Credo and Kyrie's mom and dad. They used to volunteer at the orphanage. They liked me. Thought I was funny. I think they might have adopted me, eventually, if they had the chance.
When they died, Credo took over raising Kyrie. And he kept an eye on me, too. Still treated me like one of the family. They were the only thing like a family I ever had. All of them.
[He tightens his jaw for a moment, then swallows.]
I let myself trust people. Then I get kicked in the face for it. Kind of a pattern my whole life. But it doesn't mean I want to stop trying. I just... keep wanting to be close to people, and hoping it'll work out eventually. Or hurt less the next time, at least.
[His fingers tighten on Vergil's leg, and he shifts to curl in a little closer with a shiver.]
cw: reference to parent death
[He hopes so too, even though he doubts it. He certainly thinks he'll carry guilt about Credo forever. After all, if he was just a little faster, stronger, smarter, more experienced, he wouldn't have been captured by Sanctus. Credo wouldn't have needed to save him. Maybe he wouldn't have doubted him in the first place, never chosen to turn on Nero for whatever reason he saw fit to.
But no matter what happened that awful day, no matter how sick and betrayed he feels about it, he doesn't want to be angry at Credo. Can't think of him easily in those harsh terms. Not when he still remembers him as a younger man, a teenager himself, a knight recruit. Too old to need to humor or play with the little sister and her companion who pestered him, but always willing to-- even with a performative huff or roll of his eyes.]
Their parents... [He's not sure what's making him want to go into this too. That fond memory of Credo, perhaps.] Credo and Kyrie's mom and dad. They used to volunteer at the orphanage. They liked me. Thought I was funny. I think they might have adopted me, eventually, if they had the chance.
When they died, Credo took over raising Kyrie. And he kept an eye on me, too. Still treated me like one of the family. They were the only thing like a family I ever had. All of them.
[He tightens his jaw for a moment, then swallows.]
I let myself trust people. Then I get kicked in the face for it. Kind of a pattern my whole life. But it doesn't mean I want to stop trying. I just... keep wanting to be close to people, and hoping it'll work out eventually. Or hurt less the next time, at least.
[His fingers tighten on Vergil's leg, and he shifts to curl in a little closer with a shiver.]