[In what is hopefully the last post on the matter, Vergil appears on the network. Excuse him if he looks out of sorts and he's a little dusty. He might have punched a hole through Yuna's apartment's wall in a moment of uncontrollable rage.]
[The following message is mostly delivered with perfect of clarity of voice - the type that accompanies frozen
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Are you ashamed of the feelings you have for her?
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There are no "feelings", and the simple matter of my living arrangement has been blown completely out of proportion and turned into something that it's not.
[He moved out of his apartment and into Yuna's to get away from people determined to traumatize him. He does not need this. At all.]
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I've been better. [Rare admission, coming from him, even if it is a gross understatement.]
...I don't think I've ever fully appreciated before now how small Death City is. [And how difficult it is to escape shit like this. There is literally nowhere to run and the city is full of people who know where to find him. That's not even considering the network.]
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[Silent for a moment, debating on what he should say. He can totally understand Vergil's distress and truthfully? Yeah, he's not that all pleased with how Dante has been acting as well. Its just been one stupid thing after another...]
It really isn't so big, once you think about it. [Pause again.] I'm sure this'll die out quickly. [These things just come and go like that, or so he notices anyway.]
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There's nothing much I can do except lay low for a while. [And pray.]
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What do you need? [He does ask civilly, which is more than most would get.]
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If she's ever felt guilty about something since arriving here, this trumps them all. She's not even sure how it came to this.
After a couple of minutes, Yuna peeks into her room, looking for where he'd hidden himself away to, presumably, speak to the network. She heard it, after all. It's a small apartment.]
....hey?
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[He doesn't say anything immediately. The first sentiment to come to mind was that of retreat, and then utter shame. He'd been concerned already about burdening her, and what had he done instead? He had exacerbated a situation when he should have remained quiet, not to mention caused structural damage to her home.]
...Hey. [And no doubt upset her considerably. He speaks quietly, and his eyes lower. Nonetheless, though, he sets his communicator aside even if he can't meet her eyes.]
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She doesn't want him to hide from her. She's afraid that if he does, she might not really see him again.]
Are you okay? [Clearly not at the moment, but what's more important is if he will be.]
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[He really needs to not look at her for a moment, so he raises a hand to his face as if to habitually draw his hair back into place, but it rests where it is and he closes his eyes. Am I okay? In many ways he is not, and only some of them pertain to this most recent event.]
I've been better. [Dryly, and spoken beneath his breath. His hand lowers again, but his eyes remain closed.]
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