[So much for not making every interaction between them awkward.

The silence is not at all comfortable and Kyrie immediately catches the way Vergil looks straight to his food and tries to look anywhere but at her and realises that perhaps bringing up something as personal as Credo hadn't been the smartest move she'd ever made. Honestly, she could kick herself.

Swallowing, she turns her attention to her tea and spends a second wondering if she should bolt back to her room to escape the awkwardness, but a second later she berates herself for being quite so ridiculous. There's something about Vergil that makes her feel like a child about to be scolded by a school master and it's utterly absurd.

Perhaps she should fight absurdity with absurdity.]

Although my brother would be appalled if he knew I was comparing him to a character in Little Women.

[And suddenly... a long buried memory springs to the surface and she laughs, hand coming up to cover her mouth as it does. Of all the strange coincidences to spring to mind, this might just be up there.]

He preferred the classics, especially The Aeneid.