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Vergil's heart game r2
You feel weak, your body won't move no matter how you try, and you are falling, away from everything you know and love. Away from everything you need to accomplish. If you could just reach out, maybe you could hold on to it, claw your way back. But it's a useless endeavour, you fall unconscious, and your mind goes blank except for poetry and a familiar voice.
O mother Enitharmon, wilt thou bring forth other sons?
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
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What is it?
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[He kisses his forehead before straightening.]
Our friend, whose name and face escape me, seems to have gone through the trouble of scattering his soul. Shall we help him collect them?
And shall I leave the boy to you?
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I could not forgot you. Should this place make me, even hell will seem relaxing.
[He drops his hand to take Emet's, placing it on the Sageo in his hair.]
First...Can you sense anything? To me I can feel where he is, but given your Sight perhaps you will have more clarity.
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[He shakes his head.]
Sentimental. Both of you. I cannot. That is your connection, not mine. And if you can feel him, you should go to him. I assume the child is a fragment.
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[He frowns then shakes his head.]
You can hardly call others sentimental.
[But he will tell Hades what he senses.]
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[He points to parts of the room.]
There is one shelf and statue that also have his distinct hue. I would also wager his mother is somewhere in here. Frightful as that sounds.
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It looks like we need demon's blood and Yamato. Though I haven't looked at the mirror yet.
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So it seems. If I do move on, I expect you to keep him by your side.
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[He will pull his hood up and activate his sigil since he's leaving his mask with the kid, but he does lean up to kiss Emet's cheek.]
Do let him and Five look after you.