[Vergil says nothing to the bit of attitude that's returned to him. He'd rather Nero's irritation over his anxiety even if it means tolerating a bit of lip from him.]
That may be for the best, [he reluctantly agrees at little more than a mutter. Vergil glances away from Nero with a furrow in his brow, more frustrated than anything. He doesn't know what this is, but he knows that he's of no use or in a position to properly train Nero right now if he's that easily knocked aside. Vergil takes one last drink from the water bottle before passing it back to Nero.] Gather your things, child, and we will resume this another time.
[Once Nero has taken the water bottle from him, Vergil works on getting back to his feet. He manages without stirring up a threat of heaving (dry or otherwise) again and the motion is generally fluid as it ought to be, but there is a moment where he must subtly protect his balance by shifting a foot back once he's fully upright. It's not as disorienting as earlier at least and he only blinks once or twice with a mildly unfocused gaze before his attention is on Yamato.]
[...Which is down there...]
[...On the ground...]
[...]
[This is becoming tedious, Vergil decides with the furrow in his brow deepening further.]
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That may be for the best, [he reluctantly agrees at little more than a mutter. Vergil glances away from Nero with a furrow in his brow, more frustrated than anything. He doesn't know what this is, but he knows that he's of no use or in a position to properly train Nero right now if he's that easily knocked aside. Vergil takes one last drink from the water bottle before passing it back to Nero.] Gather your things, child, and we will resume this another time.
[Once Nero has taken the water bottle from him, Vergil works on getting back to his feet. He manages without stirring up a threat of heaving (dry or otherwise) again and the motion is generally fluid as it ought to be, but there is a moment where he must subtly protect his balance by shifting a foot back once he's fully upright. It's not as disorienting as earlier at least and he only blinks once or twice with a mildly unfocused gaze before his attention is on Yamato.]
[...Which is down there...]
[...On the ground...]
[...]
[This is becoming tedious, Vergil decides with the furrow in his brow deepening further.]