he doesn't remember the last time a large crowd of allies, friends, and most of all, family, were all in one room of his shop. there's a disease that etches itself in his core, a safe guard saying to leave and separate himself from them just in case the worst came. he ignores it. however, right now it's just him and his brother, cain and abel who no longer dig teeth into flesh or swords sinking deep in their chests to signify their own tombstones. it's an odd feeling but he tries to suffocate it while keeping his attention elsewhere, like to the newest magazine of women in their model swimsuits. maybe if he shoves it away far enough, it'll go away. well, until @songsofreason speaks, cutting through the thick fog of tension that masks itself in the beat of the jukebox.
fingers were mid page turn, the muscles freezing, and brows furrowing in disbelief. suddenly, his breath stops, the sensation of being drowned settles in the beating of his now demon heart. he was so caught off, laughter bursts from his throat, head thrown back. " yeah? ― she said that? well, considering us, you didn't win brother of the year, now did you? " finally, he turns the page, settling down after a moment. however, he doesn't look back down at something that would grab his attention otherwise. it's finally that he looks back at vergil. " if you said that to me when we were younger, i would've called you a big, fat liar. ... with the way you haunted me, i believe it now. " it's silent again, eyes looking at the plants that adorned his office, where there now obvious signs of life that's not just him, lady, and trish. there's hesitancy, quieter than before almost like secrets that were kept behind lock and key felt the world for the first time. " i've killed you twice before ... " and grieved each time. " if it took you separating your humanity for you stop this obsession for power and control, i would've tried to do it myself. "
there's a frustrated scratch to his head, both of this situation and the fact it took awhile to realize it was a need to feel safe. being blinded by stopping your brother in every breath whilst trying to memorialize him makes one oblivious to certain things. " however, trying to talk to you was like talking to a stubborn ass brick wall. you really needed other hobbies. "
