I want you, Vergil. All of you. From the softness of your heart to the violence of your nature, you are mine.
I am terrible at trust. For reasons you well know--and more besides. Yet you have breached that. Were it not for you I would yet hold myself aloof from you and Five to some degree, fond but still reserved.
Yet I can no longer maintain that. There is no reserve left and it does terrify me. Should you betray me I would be devastated.
How, then, could I abandon you? You are mine. Precious to me, beloved, wanted. If I do not have you by my side at the end of our labors then I will not consider my own part complete. I want you with me. I... may need it. For at some point you have become... integral to my belief in my own ability to find happiness.
Part of me dreads facing my people. I fear many things. Yet when I think of you, it sooths me. Never will you reject me. Never will you judge who I am. In truth, your acceptance from the start has ever shocked me, yet been something I have come to take as a given, to rely on as a constant. That you will be my friend and ally no matter what. How can I not need you now? When I've started to accept at last the security of your constancy? I fear losing you. I fear your love, both accepting and losing it. I fear hurting you. But I do not fear your rejection--and that is such a strange and precious gift. To feel simply accepted.
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I am terrible at trust. For reasons you well know--and more besides. Yet you have breached that. Were it not for you I would yet hold myself aloof from you and Five to some degree, fond but still reserved.
Yet I can no longer maintain that. There is no reserve left and it does terrify me. Should you betray me I would be devastated.
How, then, could I abandon you? You are mine. Precious to me, beloved, wanted. If I do not have you by my side at the end of our labors then I will not consider my own part complete. I want you with me. I... may need it. For at some point you have become... integral to my belief in my own ability to find happiness.
Part of me dreads facing my people. I fear many things. Yet when I think of you, it sooths me. Never will you reject me. Never will you judge who I am. In truth, your acceptance from the start has ever shocked me, yet been something I have come to take as a given, to rely on as a constant. That you will be my friend and ally no matter what. How can I not need you now? When I've started to accept at last the security of your constancy? I fear losing you. I fear your love, both accepting and losing it. I fear hurting you. But I do not fear your rejection--and that is such a strange and precious gift. To feel simply accepted.