[Logically and rationally, Vergil knows that it's better that Kyrie is remaining true to her word in allowing him to say all that he needs to say without interruption. Saving her questions or... Remarks, he tells himself against the impulsive, emotionally-driven assumption that insults or attacks would be a more apt description. It's better that she's doing this and affording him the opportunity to lay everything out, say everything that he feels is important to say. But emotionally, it feels like hell to see such a generally blank slate before him. To be left stewing in his own assumptions about what she must be thinking and feeling without anything to serve as contradiction or confirmation. Vergil's mouth runs dry and for all that he told himself before that he would look her in the eye during the entirety of this conversation, he can't. Yet again. And he feels smaller for it being again rather than for the first time in this conversation that his gaze has torn away from her.]

[He sits back in his seat, but does not sit as upright as he possibly could. It's not like on the bench in the station or train where Vergil held such obvious command of the space he occupies even as he rests his hands on his knees. He's quiet for just a moment longer, drawing a breath to speak while looking at the closed bedroom door.]

I told Nero once that he is the only good I've ever put into the world. I meant it, and knowing him better now than I did at the time, I still do. [Vergil's brow furrows as he continues looking at Nero's bedroom door, not out of consternation so much as in an attempt at containing his emotions enough that he may speak as evenly as possible. To some degree, it's impossible. Vergil's voice comes out smaller, but all the softer, gentler.] The moment I knew the truth of who he was to me, Nero became my world and I have loved him more than I've ever allowed myself to love anyone. That child is more precious to me than anything or anyone else has ever been or likely will be. There is nothing that I would be unwilling to do or sacrifice for his sake. I would sooner give my life than allow a single hair upon his head to be harmed, never mind be the one to inflict such harm upon him ever again.

I told him as much months ago. I don't know if Nero told you that, but I promised and I have maintained that promise even when it would have been to my benefit not to do so.

[Vergil finally pulls his gaze away from the bedroom door to look at Kyrie again.]

I have no interest in arguing that you ought to give me a chance, to find some part of me redeemable enough or my apologies sincere enough that your opinion of me might yet someday favor me. But I do wish for it to be clear to you before we are done here today that I would be lost without Nero. Even if he decided not to give me a chance, refused to forgive me and hated me instead for the myriad of reasons I have given him to hate and refuse me, that would not change. I would endure it, and still love and seek to protect him as I do now even at a distance.

So, the promise I made to him is the same promise I am making to you here and now: I shall never intentionally and knowingly bring about harm to Nero.

[Even if Kyrie cannot trust him by the end of this hashing out and clarifying matters, Vergil wants for her to trust in the love he has for Nero persists no matter the circumstances. It's an unconditional love, the sort that Vergil believes wholeheartedly Nero deserves. It does not matter what Nero says or does, if he has a relationship with Vergil or not. Nor does it matter what Thirteen or anyone else may attempt to offer in lieu of maintaining his promise to Nero. Vergil will still love him, and that love will never allow for Vergil to do anything but act within Nero's best interests.]

[He leaves it there for her to do with the silence as she sees fit, whether it is to prolong or break it.]