[Vergil narrows his eyes at Nero's back as he steps away. To have the audacity...! And then to start walking so noticeably slower! No, Vergil opts to not let that one stand. He follows after for only as long as it takes to pass him at a normal pace. It does not matter that the beginnings of fatigue start to creep into his very bones, nor is he making it any sort of production the way his lungs burn just a touch over the exertion.]
[He is fine. And he refuses to be treated like he's a moment's notice from collapsing.]
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[He is fine. And he refuses to be treated like he's a moment's notice from collapsing.]