#withmight

---- A CURSORY GLANCE is spared in vergil’s direction as he boards the van; there was a brief moment of intrigue as to what, exactly, the self-proclaimed ‘ elder ’ of the two sparda brothers was doing – but only a moment. nero is far more interested in the phone call he’s currently engaged with. he hadn’t been checking in on home very often, and he had no want to worry kyrie. thus he pays little heed to whatever it was that his father busied himself with… until a crash grinds the remainder of his conversation to a sudden halt. with a hurried  “ i’ve gotta go. call you back soon, ”  he places the corded phone down gently, before whipping around to see what the fuck happened.

“ nice going.  ”  he scoffs at the obvious scene – vergil had likely been adjusting an askew picture frame, and had subsequently knocked it from it’s place onto the ground, proceeding to take some of the van’s interior with it. how do you manage to break a wall…? nero shakes his head, almost impressed, really.  “ you n’ dante share a real special kind of dumbass. you ever take lessons?  ”  he’s grinning slightly, now, and vergil ( thankfully ) opts not to comment on that one. instead, he makes an even worse decision with what he says next. 

could you lend me a h… his attempts to fix what he’d began don’t give him any points, either.  a hammer.  “ sorry. i didn’t quite catch that. you want me to give you…  ”  in a motion far too swift for any mere man, nero reaches for the oh-so ironically named devil breaker and rips it from the remainder of his arm.  “ this?  ”  he speaks in the most unassuming voice he can muster, as he holds forth his, well, hand.   “ …is that a no? — ah, you said hammer. hah, my bad! sure, i can grab you one from the back.  ”  slinging what’s left of his arm ( nico will have an earful for him later, but he physically could not pass that opportunity up ) over his shoulder, he saunters over to the ‘ workshop ’ section, and unceremoniously tosses the first hammer-like tool over to vergil.  

“ ...what the hell are you going on about? were you talkin’ to nico or something? ”

"'They  saw  his  pale  visage  emerge  from  the  darkness,    his  hand  on  the  rock  of  eternity  unclasping  the  book  of  brass',"     Rage  siez'd  the  strong.    Indeed,    it  is  no  easy  task  to  mollify  a  man  segmented  beyond  more  than  just  humanity  alone.    Even  reunited,    V's  pull  —  a  craft  of  his  own  doing,    distinct  amid  the  swarm  of  a  wave  eternally  unsteady  —  remains  lucid:     though  another  soul  may  behold  his  sight  no  longer,    there  is  at  least  one.    Vergil.    VERGIL IS HIS SOLE, REMAINING WITNESS.

“ are you really asking me if i care about my appearance when you look like you glued a dead possum to your head? ”