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[There, over a small campfire that's burned low, sits a pretty nondescript pot. The same pot, in fact, viewers might remember from the time Vergil decided to slice his own arm up and boil down to the bones in. Yet it looks rather innocuous where it sits, bubbling sluggishly, steam rising from it in a light mist.
And there's Vergil, having stolen procured the tongs he found rummaging in the kitchen area of his and Lady's apartment, and he makes his way over to the pot, before dipping the tongs in and digging around a moment. He makes a noise as he finds what he's looking for and tightens his grip, before lifting from the pot not bones from a limb, but a perfectly recognizable human skull.
He lifts it to eye level, turning it this way and that, before giving a dark, throaty chuckle.]
My, my, almost forgot about you, and what a waste that would be, hm? I think I like you better like this, at any rate. Far less loud, far less threatening. And think, dearest Sae: You'll become part of that which will keep you out.
It's a work of beauty, if I do say so myself.
[The skull is dropped onto the waiting blanket he plans to carry it home in, and he returns to the pot once more, digging around another moment before locating the jawbone and withdrawing it from the muck it's simmered in.]
Tsk, cavities. Well, that doesn't matter now.
[It, too, joins the skull on the blanket, before he turns back to the communicator and waves the tongs playfully at the screen.]
Lady. I suggest you search for new ones. With the wraith flesh that's tainted these, I'm afraid it will make all food poisonous, even to me.