It makes sense, and it isn't far off from what Nero guessed might be the issue. Vergil spent so long alone, dealing with everything alone, he's terminally unable to back down from that position of independence and self-reliance. And when other people notice he's vulnerable or worse, point out to him that he's vulnerable-- by offering to help, perhaps-- it feels like an attack.
He can kind of relate, honestly. Nero used to be similar, isolating himself, insisting on working alone whenever possible. But after a certain point he was never really left to his own devices. He had Credo, or Dante, or Kyrie. Always, always Kyrie. But it can't be easy to break oneself out of that mindset.
Somehow refraining from going for the hair-ruffle again, he lets out a soft sigh and stands up again. Just another knot of his father's demeanor he's gonna try to untie, slowly and gently.]
I know you're fine on your own. But you don't have to be, if you don't want to be for a while.
[He leaves it at that for the moment, turning to head to Vergil's room to grab those books he was talking about before the tea gets ready. And honestly, he's not gonna get any better agreement from Vergil than "I'm not in a position to stop you," because aid is a thing being done unto him that he must suffer rather than anything he'll feel comfortable welcoming.
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It makes sense, and it isn't far off from what Nero guessed might be the issue. Vergil spent so long alone, dealing with everything alone, he's terminally unable to back down from that position of independence and self-reliance. And when other people notice he's vulnerable or worse, point out to him that he's vulnerable-- by offering to help, perhaps-- it feels like an attack.
He can kind of relate, honestly. Nero used to be similar, isolating himself, insisting on working alone whenever possible. But after a certain point he was never really left to his own devices. He had Credo, or Dante, or Kyrie. Always, always Kyrie. But it can't be easy to break oneself out of that mindset.
Somehow refraining from going for the hair-ruffle again, he lets out a soft sigh and stands up again. Just another knot of his father's demeanor he's gonna try to untie, slowly and gently.]
I know you're fine on your own. But you don't have to be, if you don't want to be for a while.
[He leaves it at that for the moment, turning to head to Vergil's room to grab those books he was talking about before the tea gets ready. And honestly, he's not gonna get any better agreement from Vergil than "I'm not in a position to stop you," because aid is a thing being done unto him that he must suffer rather than anything he'll feel comfortable welcoming.
So... that means he's helping then! Great!]