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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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"How could I not know, when my son thinks so highly of you?"
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I'm grateful for it. I think just as highly of him, and I did mean to deliver a message to you. From myself and Hades, but the sentiment is shared by Lahabrea as well.
We're proud of him. Of how far he's come, despite how difficult the road he's walked on has been. Of how he's found the courage to open his heart despite everything. And for all he's done for us — small and large gesture alike.
I love him. We all do, all sides of him — human and demon alike. And we will take care of him, to the best of our ability.
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She looks up at the sky, pulling her shawl around her shoulders. "He acts strong, but his heart is fragile, he's always taken everything so seriously... I've been worried, it's been so long since he was happy. Thank you for being good to my son, he's needed it. And I know he loves you terribly, I think that's something he needs too. Not just people who care about him, but who he can give affection to too."
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And I'm grateful that he's been able to do that with us. With time there will be more people — but I don't mind being somewhere he can feel safe in showing affection, for a little while.
[ he pauses, then he adds ]
He loved you very much too.
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[ and yes, totally ignoring that the point is the same - because she's right ]
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I'd leave these with you for now. Take good care of them until we can place them where they belong.
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Is Vergil with them or is he still in the Library?
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It's nothing.
I'll be seeing you later. Thank you for your company and for keeping care of these.
[ and he'll blink away to the throne room in utter embarrassment before she can reply ]
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Or rather there is but it's all just massive heaps of parts, nothing living.