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WAILS LOUDLY
Still... There's a lot of things Nox expects to happen- but his wrist being grabbed and then pulled off of his father's wasn't one of them. There's a balk at the motion, his eyes flicking to Vergil in surprise. Until he hears what's said.
Ffffffuck, he knew this was the reason and he's still getting hit by it all the same.]
Hey, c'mon. It's fine. [Nox may have been pushed away, but he's already trying to reach out again. To try and get the point across that he doesn't care what happened. That Vergil still means so much to him, and to have him be this kind of withdrawn absolutely sucks.]
It's fine. [He's not mad, or upset, he's okay with it. It was fine for him in his past life, and it's still fine even now.]
:sob:
[ he says the first sentence quietly, simply--much like every other sentence he's given to Nero in the present and past.
Lightly questioning, but there's a... flicker, on the other side of those bright blue eyes. He remembers the look on Nero's face, spattered with his own blood as he realised his arm was ...
Warmth was under his fingers, a limb gripped tightly in his hand--transforming into the Yamato--
His eyes flick up and sear a glare into Nero's eyes. ]
How is it fine.
I threw you away without a thought, tore your arm off, and left you for dead. All over some desperate outcry for power that I felt I needed. That I never needed, and was blinded by.
How is that Fine.
Why do you not loathe the very ground I walk upon?
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...until he learned that that demon was his father.
It was the biggest blow to everything he knew. An orphan, a pariah, a black sheep who had to fight tooth and nail to even get the respect he had those days in Fortuna, long after the demons had disappeared. He had no family of his own, so he made his own. Now, he had an actual family- real, blood family. It shattered his certainty about all of this, left him unsure of where to go, until a simple sentence reminded him of the truth of it all.
"You've always known right from wrong."]
Vergil, listen to me. [He tries to grab Vergil's wrist, tries to make him hear what he's saying.] You didn't know. Neither of us did. That whole thing? I was fucking mad as hell, you remember how I fought you at the top of the qliphoth.
But once I knew who you were, and what Dante planned to do? It didn't matter to me anymore, because I suddenly realized I had the one thing I wanted my whole life- a family. And more importantly, I had to save you two from doing something you'd regret for the rest of your life.
So no, I don't. I'm not mad about it- not then, not now. [Blue eyes that stare right back at the glare, just as fierce, just as stubborn.] Perché questa famiglia è tutto per me.
[Speaking abruptly in Italian isn't always common for Nox, but here he says it to make a point, so Vergil understands. Losing an arm was horrible, awful, it put him into a coma for weeks- but it pales by miles in comparison to losing any type of family he actually has.
Nero had already lost family once, after all. He refused to let it ever happen again, and that wasn't going to change. Even if said family tore off his arm and left him to die.]
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But that's clearly only Vergil's opinion, though, because Nero just... pushes forward. Grabbing his arm. Explaining himself. of course he remembers the fight on the qliphoth--it was one of his brightest, most vivid memories, after all.
And then, above all else, the boy speaks Italian at him. The words are clearly practiced, like he'd been going over this sentence numerous times before even attempting to speak them at Vergil.
So it's enough to stun the fussy antiquarian into a sort of awed--maybe even ashamed silence. He quickly tears his eyes away from the other, as if to hide the expression, or at least pull it away enough so he can reign it in. Quiet. Frustrated. ]
...Family who deserves you should be everything to you. [ he closes his eyes. Letting out a very tired, quiet sigh. Almost a sound like defeat--because it's this moment that he knows; just by the determination and drive in Nero's voice--the look in those grey-silver eyes?
There's no arguing with the boy.
No matter what he says here.... he won't win.
And oh, how he loathes to lose.
So perhaps. Admitting defeat this one time is not such a terrible thing. ]
Both with sword and word. I cannot best you.
That is... entirely frustrating.
I used to believe that the son could never hope to surpass the father. And yet, irritatingly...
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Perché questa famiglia è tutto per me. It was a sentence he'd been practicing for weeks, if he were honest. To finally proudly admit, one day, in a conversation, how important his family is to him. This wasn't exactly what he had planned, but it suits the situation all the same.
At Vergil's first words, he shakes his head, a soft smile showing on his face.]
I don't care about deserving. You're my family. That's what matters to me.
[But, the way Vergil looks away from him, how he exhales and doesn't continue in arguing- the tension in Nox's shoulders eases, and he breathes a sigh of relief on hearing that sort of defeat.]
Hey. [Nox leans forward a little at that, hand going to Vergil's shoulder, before finally gently bumping his forehead against his father's.] Not on this, yeah. You won't convince me, no matter what.
[And then, he gives a bit of a shit-eating grin.]
Still doesn't mean I won't kick your ass anytime we fight, old man. [A beat.] Since you still insist on keeping score and all that.