[Stubborn as the day is long... As if he needed evidence of their familial connection. Vergil folds his arms and remains there a moment longer, rolling his own eyes with the slightest shake of his head before following after Nero. Vergil stays silently a few paces behind. His silence is not likely particularly companionable right now, but it's not icy either. It simply is with Vergil opting not to push past the abrupt lull in their discussion with his health no longer being an available topic. Vergil doesn't find it comfortable to have Nero tell him to essentially accept that he's going to worry, but he isn't continuing to doubt Vergil and badger him with repeated questioning about how he feels. The sleeping dog can be left to lay there.]
[And a good thing, too. It's questionable he would have been able to walk and talk at any great length for long. Vergil unfolds his arms after a bit of walking, opening his chest up a bit as the air he inhales feels a little...thinner somehow. It does very little to alleviate the sensation. Even with as leisurely as their pace ultimately is, Vergil starts to feel increasingly winded. Vergil finds himself wanting to slow down, but he utterly refuses and keeps the same pace he has been. It's not long after that he begins to cough. It's not the retching coughs that came earlier, but a much drier cough.]
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[And a good thing, too. It's questionable he would have been able to walk and talk at any great length for long. Vergil unfolds his arms after a bit of walking, opening his chest up a bit as the air he inhales feels a little...thinner somehow. It does very little to alleviate the sensation. Even with as leisurely as their pace ultimately is, Vergil starts to feel increasingly winded. Vergil finds himself wanting to slow down, but he utterly refuses and keeps the same pace he has been. It's not long after that he begins to cough. It's not the retching coughs that came earlier, but a much drier cough.]