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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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... he will gather what he needs and sit to write.
Dear Vergil,
Though some have played a role in opening my heart, and you know who they are, you seem to hold some confusion about your own role and importance to me.
Without you I still would not try to trust. I would hold myself further aloof than I do now. I would not fall for you, and be such a fool for you. These things are your doing. And to take responsibility you will need to take care of yourself. To believe my words and not your doubts.
Heed me, then. I love you. Your worth and my need for you are unique to you. Second to none, for who would I compare you to? You have given me faith. Do not falter, for as you belong to me, I am yours.
My love for others does not diminish my love for you. If you grow jealous, or lonely, you need only seek me, and I will sooth you. Know also that my jealousy towards you burns terribly. I would share you with only a few without that flame growing ugly within me, I suspect. Yet all the same your joy is what I seek. Do not hesitate to reach for what makes you happy. And I will not leave your side, for I believe you will stay always by my own.
Know that you are mine, always, as I am yours. And be at peace, and happy.
I love you.
[name redacted]
He will set the letter by the flowers, and violin, and leave a kiss on Hades's head as well as Five and Vergil's before back to the manor.]
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The letter gets absorbed into the shelf, still able to be read but it lives here now, it can't be taken away, almost like he's trying to latch on? At the least it's certainly something he wants to believe.
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