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Vergil's heart game r5
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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... That isn't right, is it?
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[ regardless, there's a pause before she continues, ]
Why do you think that he decided to have a family?
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If it were only that sort of thing - ... if that was all that it was, then it wouldn't matter that he wasn't able to protect him, would it?
Do you think that he should have loved his family?
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... Did you say something?
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Shut up." There's no actual bite to it. Just the realisation she's got him cornered and he has no argument here besides digging his heels in.
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reaches for his hand, giving it a little squeeze ]
... It's okay.
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"If you say so."
He's just going to hold it for a while, okay? Okay.
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[ doesn't tug him but does gesture a little with her free hand, come a little closer ]
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And then he just goes ahead and takes a hug. Is that what you were going to offer? It's what he got out of that though so either way!
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For a very long time.
Are you going to let go?
Because he is not going to let go. Maybe ever.
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It's okay - you're a good boy, aren't you...?
Haven't you been doing your best?
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His grip is too tight. Like he's trying to pull you right into his chest, as if you could turn into a phantom and be kept there forever...
Is it okay, Aradia? It can't be, right? But are you going to tell him he to stop and not provide care to him??
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After a little though, she does shift against him, half-uncomfortable, half-aiming to sit herself down in the rubble ]
Here -
Why don't you put your head down...? Do you want to read a story...?
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