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Vergil's heart game r3
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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"Raven...welcome home."
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... forgive me. Forgive me...!
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"Don't say that, there's nothing I would need to forgive you for."
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[at the last syllable, raven chokes softly and starts to cry]
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"No, you're not the same, but neither are Dante or Vergil now, right? It doesn't matter, you're still my son, and I'm lucky to be your mother. You were a child, it wasn't your job to protect me."
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eventually, he subsides into the occasional sniffle]
... can he join us?
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"...I wish he could. But maybe with the gate open, the way clear, even if he can't now...then eventually, he should realise."
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... alright. It's... all of it's for his sake, in the end.
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She pulls away just enough to look at you, cup a hand over your cheek.
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... it's... good to see you. Like this. Like how... I remember you.
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"I'm honoured to be in your memory."
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... you honor me.
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