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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.

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She gives you a smile, pouring more tea. "It's surprising, they're not so different, but I would have expected Dante first. ...Well. He hasn't been alone for a long time, I suppose the thing is he needs to realise it. They both hide and reject it, just in different ways."

They do. But for Vergil at least, not so much any more. Not as he used to. Though I have a long way yet to go to convince him of what he means to me, I think.

"That's how he's always been, really. I hope you don't think it's any fault of your own. Certainly it's grown worse, but he's always been a bit fragile. Confident but unable to see what's in front of him."

[He shake his head. Sipping his tea.]

Do not worry. I know it more complex than my actions alone. But you need not assure me either. I do now loving me, of all people, is difficult under any circumstances. Let alone when one is prone to feeling inferiority.

But I will care for him, Eva. I will love him. And I will see him thrive and grow confident even in being loved. Of this I would hope you rest easy.

And naturally I will not be alone in this.

"Mm, I know it well, I don't doubt you for a moment. Five had some very sweet things to say too, how could I not trust you all with him?"

Did he now? Yet that is not so surprising. It is a shame we could not bring you the smaller version of Vergil. Hades would not be parted from him... for which I am grateful. It did free me to look around.

Is there sight you would have me do, aside from hunt down that last painting?

"Maybe someday he can rejoin me here. I think it's mostly a question of worthiness. As much as I would wish to have him with me, trying to convince Vergil that would be permissible might be quite the feat.

But if you are determined to do as much as you can while you're here, you could try making some imprint of that sort of thing. Who knows how much impression it would make, but something like writing it down as if it's fact couldn't hurt, right?

If you are particularly adventurous...you've weakened Urizen, maybe you could even defeat him.

There's nothing I would request after you've already done so much. Just anything you feel is right. Although I would very much like you to give Hades my thanks and love. As much as I would like to meet him, it's very thoughtful. All of these small touches...truly mean the world."

I shall give Hades your love of course. And write something for Vergil.

As for Urizen... defeating him? I do wonder. Is that the right thing to do? I would not reject any of what Vergil has been. Even his worst paths. As I hope he would not reject my own. But nor would I have him held back by it.

"It's hard to say... That could be the case. Or it may be only a reflection of things that hinder him. I wouldn't want him to feel guilty or rejected. But you know how he can turn any worse feelings inward as much as outward."

I suppose it could not hurt to try speaking with him. And leave him if he cannot take company. I wonder of he is as empty of emotion as Raven is void of demonic impulse?

[Ie, not, actually.]

But I would settle things here first. Put the painting where it belongs, and perhaps look around if you do not mind my curiosity?

"Curious as ever on both counts." She laughs. "I can hardly stop you, can I? I doubt there's much to catch your interest here, but of course you can. Do keep Yamato with you to get that painting though."

I would ever listen to your wishes my dear. And then likely proceed to do what I wished, unless you told me I was likely to cause him and you harm.

[He sets his cup down and reaches over to squeeze her hand.]

I will return shortly. But ere I go, would you send anything to that part of Vergil? Or would that disrupt things?

Oh, you. That's exactly what she means! "He likes that about you, you know." Which colours her thoughts too. She places her other hand on top. "You do have wonderful ideas. Most of this should remain here but...maybe a flower from the garden?"

I will bring him a flower then.

[He squeezes her hand and rises, bowing low to kiss the back of her hand before he lets go.]

He is a fine young man [young by some standard] you should be immensely proud of him.

Did you or he have a favorite type of flower?

What a gentleman. And calling her son who's probably about the same age as her (maybe older??) is hilarious but she was married to an ancient demon so! That checks out. Maybe Vergil inherited a taste for much older men?

"I am incredibly proud. As for flowers, something blue is always a good choice isn't it?" He's a simple man, he likes blue. Because he's blue.

[Da ba dee

Look if we start thinking about ages everything gets weird though. So he never thinks about them. Instead he laughs.]

Yes, I suppose it is. I'll return soon.

[And he'll head to the garden to find a blue flower to take back to the library with him, instilling a little magic to preserve it eternally.]

Isn't it kind of all the same once you're over 1000? Vergil sure doesn't care.

She smiles as she waves you off. The magic is a nice touch too...what a good bread.

[Hell doesn't seem a great place to preserve flowers]

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