V is not sick the way Nero describes, but he's weak. Everything takes so much effort, and he gets exhausted easily. If he were anywhere else, he'd be dead. V manages the much improved as unwell as ever. Fully human weaknesses. Vergil remembers those times. He may have closer experience to it than Dante, but it must infuriate him to feel such weakness as the whole, the half-demon both demon and human. To think, V may be able to do more now than him.

Nero steps forward, and V takes a half-step back to give him more space. It's well and good except that Nero asks what distraction he means. The question implied V came for Nero and had ideas in mind, a sound choice if only he'd made it. Instead he wracks his mind for a distraction, one that Nero might like and would not exhaust V. Something active, if only to give them more to do than stare at each other uncomfortably. He knows so little of Folkmore.

"I've heard tell of an arcade in Epiphany but not gone," V suggests. His only other ideas involve eating food. That has too much of simply sitting with each other, with no distraction save to take a bite of food in a bid for time. He shrugs. He doesn't need anything of Nero besides Nero. They could row a boat on a lake for all he cares. There's more conversations they need to have, he suspects, than one day can handle. That day may not even be today.