[Vergil glances at the hand on his elbow, but there is no further reaction to it even if he finds it initially a little puzzling. It's only as Nero takes his hand back that Vergil realizes it was meant to be a gesture of comfort, and he feels a touch foolish for not immediately recognizing it as such. Vergil recovers quickly from the mild amount of embarrassment, however, and refocuses on Nero, nodding a little at Dante's telling of how he knew for certain who Nero was since he'd received the same story from Dante as far as that was concerned. The rest earns a smile from Vergil. It starts off small as Nero begins to describe the change, but by the end, it's likely the most Nero has ever seen his father smile yet. More than that, however, there is a distinct sense of pride in his eyes as he looks at Nero.]
Good. [While not exactly timid or presenting as wilting, Vergil has a noticeable tendency to be quite careful in the words he chooses to use with Nero. Now, there is no such care taken insomuch it's clear that it is from his own convictions, from his very core that Vergil now speaks. It is something that he knows rather than something he's spent a great deal of time overthinking before attempting to voice. To that end, Nero may very well reject what Vergil has to say, and that is entirely his prerogative. But for Vergil? This remains firmly true for him.] Your demonic heritage is a gift that should be embraced, but it does not come without its price.
[For all that Dante likely believes that Vergil so blindly embraced demonic power and only relished in the strength it provided him, he did not entirely. After Eva's death, he spent his life hunted because he refused to conceal himself. While it was impossible for him to understand the full extent of what that meant he lost and what he ended up sacrificing in the name of that power until much later, he was not so ignorant that he didn't understand the connection between those that pursued him and his choice to not hide and embrace his father's legacy in the only ways he knew how. It was simply a hardship he was willing to accept.]
It is unlikely that the Order will be the last of those you find who would covet the power in your blood, but you will find there are also some who would doubt your strength because of the heart your mother gifted you with. [Demonic blood sullied by a human womb. Words that still to this day settle uncomfortable within his memories and yet he knows are unlikely to be the last ever spat about their mixed heritage.] But they only succeed in rending your strength from you when you surrender yourself to them. If you remain certain of yourself—the whole of yourself—and you allow no one to lay claim to your power, you will always possess the strength to protect what matters most to you.
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Good. [While not exactly timid or presenting as wilting, Vergil has a noticeable tendency to be quite careful in the words he chooses to use with Nero. Now, there is no such care taken insomuch it's clear that it is from his own convictions, from his very core that Vergil now speaks. It is something that he knows rather than something he's spent a great deal of time overthinking before attempting to voice. To that end, Nero may very well reject what Vergil has to say, and that is entirely his prerogative. But for Vergil? This remains firmly true for him.] Your demonic heritage is a gift that should be embraced, but it does not come without its price.
[For all that Dante likely believes that Vergil so blindly embraced demonic power and only relished in the strength it provided him, he did not entirely. After Eva's death, he spent his life hunted because he refused to conceal himself. While it was impossible for him to understand the full extent of what that meant he lost and what he ended up sacrificing in the name of that power until much later, he was not so ignorant that he didn't understand the connection between those that pursued him and his choice to not hide and embrace his father's legacy in the only ways he knew how. It was simply a hardship he was willing to accept.]
It is unlikely that the Order will be the last of those you find who would covet the power in your blood, but you will find there are also some who would doubt your strength because of the heart your mother gifted you with. [Demonic blood sullied by a human womb. Words that still to this day settle uncomfortable within his memories and yet he knows are unlikely to be the last ever spat about their mixed heritage.] But they only succeed in rending your strength from you when you surrender yourself to them. If you remain certain of yourself—the whole of yourself—and you allow no one to lay claim to your power, you will always possess the strength to protect what matters most to you.