[He didn't intend this to be an indictment of Vergil, or a demand to know where he was back then. He's almost inclined to say as much. But Nero hesitates when he finds Vergil's words resonating inside him, echoing against that dark, hollow place where Urizen's hateful words repeat, over and over. Like a salve on an ache, they work their way in and start to unravel the pain. It's what he wants, needs to hear to banish those lingering fears, at least for now. A promise that he wants to believe in, more than anything.

Nero never mentioned Vergil's role in his nightmare, but somehow they've stumbled their way around to reassurance all the same.

He balls his fist under Vergil's hand, and recognizes the awkward attempt at an embrace. It's a moment before he can say anything.]

I know shit happens. Especially with us. But... I can't tell you how much it means to me when you say that.

[His eyes open slightly, tiredly looking up at Vergil from beneath the washcloth.]

Maybe it's stupid, so soon, but... I do trust you. Just remember that, okay?