[Ugh. School flashbacks. He's being called on in class and the teacher knows he was drawing or looking out the window and that he isn't going to be able to answer this without sounding fucking stupid in front of everybody...
Well. No. It's a little swell of those old feelings, but it's not so bad when it's Vergil. He can hear the way he's tempering his voice so he doesn't sound condescending or like this is beneath him to explain.
Still doesn't make him like being asked questions like that, or keep him from squirming just a little bit.]
They... do what they think is right? Whatever that is?
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Well. No. It's a little swell of those old feelings, but it's not so bad when it's Vergil. He can hear the way he's tempering his voice so he doesn't sound condescending or like this is beneath him to explain.
Still doesn't make him like being asked questions like that, or keep him from squirming just a little bit.]
They... do what they think is right? Whatever that is?