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[Vergil]

[Think of all Kratos' rage over the blaise-ness about Anna, magnify it by a thousand, add a bit of teeth and sixteen years of grief, and you MIGHT be able to imagine Kratos' voice right now.]

VERGIL.

[So much for that truce.]

[ooc: SORRY FOR THE SPAM. Yuan told.]

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...That didn't last nearly as long as I had hoped for.

Rooftop.

[Kratos is there. The feathery, glowy, otherwise benign way of teleportation does NOTHING to hinder how pissed off he is. He's the kind of angel that looks really good with a flaming sword, and though his sword is not a flaming one, the look in his eyes will make up for it.]

Do you want to die?

[The Devil himself doesn't scare him, Kratos. And you're a long shot from ever being the Devil. He stares right back with calm ice blue eyes. The frozen calm to your burning rage]

Don't waste my time with foolish questions. You wouldn't be talking to me if you were truly bent on killing me.

What do you know so far?

Right now, the only thing keeping me from taking your life is how much Yuan cares for you, and that may not factor into my final decision. [His hand is on his sword, and it's not moving.

He's also ignoring your question.]

The Eternal Sword has nothing to do with you, and neither does Lloyd. Why did you test him?

You assume you can take my life. That is your first mistake.

Because they do, in fact, have much to do with me. And while I am not about to delve into my reasons for saying so, I can say that those reasons are nowhere near as dark as they used to be.

He was safe. Not a drop of blood was shed, and any blow landed was harmless.

[Kratos' eyes are red. There is no brown here. There is no softness, just the prevailing grief that follows him around and the deep, deep anger that sorrow feeds.]

Consider that your only saving grace. If you so much as scratch my son outside of a spar, I will end you.

I don't care for your reasons, your tests, anything, nor do I particularly care for your life. You know this from the first time we met. So why do you insist on repeating your mistakes?

[Your red meets still icy blue, dead ice that hides behind it a life that's fighting for understanding.]

You can try, Kratos. But even without my fighting back, you will fail.

There are things I wish to learn, things I must know. And whether you like it or not, whether you approve or not, Lloyd embodies a number of those things.

But, then again, I'm sure you yourself would agree.

Do not underestimate me.

[That does make him pause for a moment. And then the hesitation is gone.]

All the more reason why I should protect him from curious destroyers such as yourself.

Curious destroyers? [Chuckles]

[Walking, hands clasped behind his back]

What will you accomplish, Kratos? Do you think this foolishness, this pathetic display of wrath, will accomplish anything significant? Before you even knew, I had notified both Yuan and Colette, and have spoken with Lloyd in regards to rectifying it.

You were next, until you found out yourself.

Now why would I waste my breath and time doing that if all I wanted to do was destroy him? Kratos, there is no gain to be had, no value to be found, in his death. Quite the opposite, really.

And you overestimate yourself if you think you need to protect him from anyone.

[It's annoying that Vergil always runs circles around Kratos when he's angry. Maybe that's a side effect. Kratos doesn't budge.]

Lloyd is not your research subject, and for that matter, neither am I. There are other ways to understand people than by pushing them to the brink, Vergil. That reasoning is infantile and it will get you killed-- if not by my hands, than by someone else's.

[He just has fun doing it]

Do you always choose to miss the point, or overshoot it? Or am I simply a special case in your books.

Way I intend to pursue, you fool. But this was something that could have only been achieved through the direct method. And now, I have something to begin working from. In ways that do not concern you.

[He doesn't break eye contact, even for a moment. Kratos is best at arguing about his own choices, not someone else's.]

If these ways concern Lloyd, they most definitely concern me.

I grow tired of this, Kratos.

Lloyd is important. That much I've made clear. If anything, you know what consideration I hold for people I consider important.

But I am done playing this fruitless game with you. Either draw you blade or get out of my sight.

[Aaaaand...a hand goes to the side of his head, and for a moment he's not there. Then he's back...And even less amused]

Go on.

None of my threats are fruitless.

[...

What the fuck just happened?]

... I'm finished here. [He's beginning to walk away now, though he's somewhat baffled by Vergil's sudden change in behavior.]

I could care less about your damned threats.

[And...unfortunately, he's forgetting now that Kratos can hear from a distance, as he turns around and grips his head forcedly]

Shut up. Shut up.

[Kratos stops at the door that leads to the elevator and half-turns, watching Vergil over his shoulder and listening very carefully.]

[And he's completely unaware that Kratos is even there, as his other hand comes up and grips the side of his head. And then he falls to a knee.]

Shut up. I won't. Shut...up...

[The old angel frowns deeply. Run and tell Yuan, or offer help and be pushed away? He decides to approach Vergil... slowly and carefully, since he seems to be struggling with himself. Call it failure of a human heart, but Kratos doesn't want to abandon someone close to Yuan when he could clearly throw himself off the roof to end the pain for a while.]

... Vergil.

[...Fuck. He's still there. He's only appearing quiet, as his deep breaths and sounds of concentration. They're stronger this time. Strong and plentiful and relentless. All whispering for him to do the same thing. Kill them all. It takes him a while to gather his senses enough to address Kratos specifically. And until he gets this sudden storm under control, every word is an effort]

...Go on then.

[Kratos watches him carefully.]

Who else is speaking to you?

[He doesn't say anything for a moment. He just focuses on doing what he can, pushing the voice back down, pushing his whispers away. It's not as easy as it sounds, nor as successful as it should be]

I...don't know.

[That answer wouldn't satisfy Vergil. He knows Vergil would go to any length to find out who was speaking to him.

So he just speaks again, trying to get through.]

Who is it?

[And for another moment, he's silent. And then he stands up slowly, visibly shaken. They're still there, but now they're manageable.]

I can't tell you.

... Very well. [Kratos finally turns and teleports off the roof, leaving only a few feathers behind-- which disappear anyway.]

[And he just stands there, silent, fuming. Before glancing to nowhere in particular. This has been a shitty day, it seems]

Damn you. Damn you.

[And then he makes his exit by...falling backwards off the roof. Yay for dramatic exits]

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