[How anyone, anyone could ever have looked at this brilliant, beautiful man and ever thought he was nothing more than an uncouth, foul-mouthed punk is completely beyond Kyrie. His huge capacity to love, to forgive, to want what's best for everyone, humbles her every time she's privileged enough to bear witness to it.
She leans into the brush of his thumb, shares breath as he presses his forehead to hers, listens patiently as he articulates his thoughts. He's come so, so far and she loves him so deeply as he shows his capacity for forgiveness.
Kyrie thinks he's a better man than any other she's met. She might be biased, but it doesn't make it any less true.
She looks up to meet his crooked smile, her own smile watery in return as she watches him wipe away his tears, and she slowly processes what he's saying.
Vergil wants to apologize to her.
With all her heart, she wishes she could say she will accept that apology for Nero's sake and let that be the end of it. Be the bigger person, follow Nero's example and let their lives go on, embracing him as part of her family, learning to forgive and forget.
She just doesn't know if she can.
But she can't bring herself to say that to Nero. Not when she can see for herself how much this man- and it's a struggle to use that term- means to him. How much Nero loves him, even if he hasn't said it aloud to her. She knows what he cut himself off from saying.
Maybe she's not as good a person as everyone says she is.
Her thumbs trace the path of his hands, brushing the remnants of tears away that he might have missed. She's sure the uncertainty of it is written all over her face but she can't bring herself to look away from him, not when he's being so open and vulnerable with her.]
I don't know if I- I will hear what he has to say.
[I just can't promise I'll forgive him.
She inches closer, needing to be near to him. Those days leading up to his second departure for Red Grave had been tense and fraught, with her still simmering with anger and terror at the thought he was about to disappear and put his life in danger again and Nero thrumming with fury and grim determination to finish what he had started. They had barely spoken, it wasn't until the night before he left that Kyrie had left the self-imposed exile of the sofa-bed to return to their room and hold him, determined not to let him leave thinking she didn't care.
It's caring too much that has her tied up in knots right now.]
I still see you on that floor and I can't- I wake up and I can't breathe thinking I've lost you before I remember you're okay.
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She leans into the brush of his thumb, shares breath as he presses his forehead to hers, listens patiently as he articulates his thoughts. He's come so, so far and she loves him so deeply as he shows his capacity for forgiveness.
Kyrie thinks he's a better man than any other she's met. She might be biased, but it doesn't make it any less true.
She looks up to meet his crooked smile, her own smile watery in return as she watches him wipe away his tears, and she slowly processes what he's saying.
Vergil wants to apologize to her.
With all her heart, she wishes she could say she will accept that apology for Nero's sake and let that be the end of it. Be the bigger person, follow Nero's example and let their lives go on, embracing him as part of her family, learning to forgive and forget.
She just doesn't know if she can.
But she can't bring herself to say that to Nero. Not when she can see for herself how much this man- and it's a struggle to use that term- means to him. How much Nero loves him, even if he hasn't said it aloud to her. She knows what he cut himself off from saying.
Maybe she's not as good a person as everyone says she is.
Her thumbs trace the path of his hands, brushing the remnants of tears away that he might have missed. She's sure the uncertainty of it is written all over her face but she can't bring herself to look away from him, not when he's being so open and vulnerable with her.]
I don't know if I- I will hear what he has to say.
[I just can't promise I'll forgive him.
She inches closer, needing to be near to him. Those days leading up to his second departure for Red Grave had been tense and fraught, with her still simmering with anger and terror at the thought he was about to disappear and put his life in danger again and Nero thrumming with fury and grim determination to finish what he had started. They had barely spoken, it wasn't until the night before he left that Kyrie had left the self-imposed exile of the sofa-bed to return to their room and hold him, determined not to let him leave thinking she didn't care.
It's caring too much that has her tied up in knots right now.]
I still see you on that floor and I can't- I wake up and I can't breathe thinking I've lost you before I remember you're okay.