Nero's brow immediately knits at that answer and not in a way to suggest he's convinced, either. He watches Vergil cross the room to the kitchen, frowning a little deeper with every step.
If he thinks he's escaping The Inquiry, he's about to be just as wrong as Dante always is.
By the time Vergil emerges, Nero has crossed to the other end of the couch to sit on the arm, watching for him to come back.]
You look a little shaky, that's all. Are you sick? [... does he get sick?]
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Nero's brow immediately knits at that answer and not in a way to suggest he's convinced, either. He watches Vergil cross the room to the kitchen, frowning a little deeper with every step.
If he thinks he's escaping The Inquiry, he's about to be just as wrong as Dante always is.
By the time Vergil emerges, Nero has crossed to the other end of the couch to sit on the arm, watching for him to come back.]
You look a little shaky, that's all. Are you sick? [... does he get sick?]