[rl] mental regression aftermath

[moarpower]

The twins were affected by the Mental Regression virus. Reliving their childhood before the death of their mother. When Vergil would watch over him and take good care of him. Dante relying on him for most things and loving the attention. It was a pleasant childhood. Until their mother was killed. They were ripped apart

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[moarpower]

He shot a quick glance at Trish, face tightening into a scowl. Then his eyes moved onto the barrel of Ivory, eventually staring straight into the eyes of his brother, where his expression drifted away. There was a certainty in Dante's eyes as much as there was underneath the Devil's Tower on their third encounter. Back then, Vergil was sure of himself. Now, his face lacked the confidence. Not because of the clone and his brother were locked and loaded and would blow his brains out, but because he was so lost. Conflicted feelings. What was he fighting for now? Picking up where he left off as a teenager? If memory serves him correctly, back then, he left taking the only thing that had truly belonged to him and challenging the Demon Emperor. Even as the great Nelo Angelo he wouldn't do it. Memories--Vergil resurfaced and always stopped it.

After years of being apart, the virus brought them back together like he wandered home. Against his will, but that's what it was. He was left to reflect on a lot of things. Family, and what that is. What they once were. Not fighting as enemies, but as brothers -- as one.

He eventually raises a blade over his shoulder but doesn't strike. He flinches to - he's aching to do it. The question still lingers: what does he wish to accomplish? Right now? He tells himself another opportunity will arise.

[rocklikeacock]

Saying things like this? Heh ... Dante didn't normally exert that much energy. If people wanted to do something, they did it. It was simple. With them, it was just his presence that made a difference. In other people's lives, his friends, his family (Vergil, Trish, Lady), he was far more proactive.

Dante still remembered his mistake all those years ago. This wasn't redemption, it was something he had to do.

The silence lingered around them. Dante kept his gun cocked, he knew, without glancing back, that Trish had him covered, no matter what happened. He caught the flinch, and continued to speak. "Good," his voice rumbled lowly. "I told you then, and I'll say it again. You're never going to be like Dad. Do you hear that? Does it sink in for you? Dad died, Mom died. But you know what? Vergil's still here."

[moarpower]

... And Dante was right. He was the first time he'd been told that, many years ago. Just like back then, it riled him up. He couldn't get his head around it, even if it was the reality. He'd spent so many years living a single way, for one thing only. Plenty of adjusting to be done. He hated feeling this weak, but it would be a way of proving he isn't if he eventually gets a grip of the situation, surely. Unlike Dante, Vergil hasn't learned that there's more to their life than revenge, either. Dante moving on from his immature ways and now coming with a lot of wisdom while Vergil still holds onto his past mentality.

With Dante's words still ringing around his ears, he was seething. Slightly baring teeth. His grip on the swords tightening. Almost shattering the hilts, drawing blood. Something to cling to while the anger subsides.

In one explosive movement accompanied by a yell, he slams the blades into the wall at Dante and Trish's sides. Any closer and they'd have come into contact with their body.

"... I am not staying," he finally managed. Arms still coated in a blue glow just incase the urge to impale something arises again.

[rocklikeacock]

Dante didn't flinch. He took the attack on the wall with the same sublime dignity as their father. Maybe he had come that much closer without looking. The Son of Sparda was quite the title to live up to.

He rolled back his shoulders (one of which was already healed), drawing back the gun in some sort of noncommittal shrug.

(As far as Trish went, he didn't seem to have a problem with her getting into family business. She was already in family business, so pushing a little further wouldn't hurt. Dante trusted her to back down if she felt that she couldn't handle it, but he knew she wouldn't. That's what he liked about her.) "Do what you want, but know that if you try anything, I'll stop you." Dante was grinned now, the enthusiastic theatre face to Vergil's deep scowl. "It's not like you have anywhere to go. I could order a pizza."