[Vergil glances over the back of the couch as Nero steps away towards Vergil's bedroom, but says nothing to Nero's assertion one way or another. He turns his attention back over to the fireplace, at the family portrait above the mantle. Vergil was barely older than that when he found himself on his own. His gaze drifts to the hand on his shoulder in the painting before looking to the last person who tried and he allowed to look after him. At least until... Vergil glances in the direction of his bedroom again with a quiet sigh.]
[He wouldn't be here if that child hadn't protected and carried him through to the finish line nearly two years ago by Vergil's measure now. It's simple fact.]
[By the time Nero emerges with the books, Vergil has removed his boots and tucked his legs beneath him on the couch. It's about as relaxed as Vergil tends to sit on the couch. He looks over to Nero when he hears his approaching footfalls.]
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[He wouldn't be here if that child hadn't protected and carried him through to the finish line nearly two years ago by Vergil's measure now. It's simple fact.]
[By the time Nero emerges with the books, Vergil has removed his boots and tucked his legs beneath him on the couch. It's about as relaxed as Vergil tends to sit on the couch. He looks over to Nero when he hears his approaching footfalls.]
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