( Chuckling through a cough, he presses a fist between his brows, breath leaving him a little shakily. He's in pain but he's not going to show it because... that's for weenies. He will just lay here and suffer through it as a true son of Sparda. Vergil wouldn't whine or complain, so. Therefore, neither can he. Well. He can to Vergil with his little brother status and all, but. To Nero? Never. )
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( Chuckling through a cough, he presses a fist between his brows, breath leaving him a little shakily. He's in pain but he's not going to show it because... that's for weenies. He will just lay here and suffer through it as a true son of Sparda. Vergil wouldn't whine or complain, so. Therefore, neither can he. Well. He can to Vergil with his little brother status and all, but. To Nero? Never. )