[It would be an odd thing coming from most people, but Vergil understands plenty of what she means by it even without her elaboration. He's seen (and scoffed at) the depictions of his father on Fortuna before, and they are nothing that he ever recognized to be Sparda. Not that he anticipated it ever would be. How Sparda seemed through the eyes of a human, someone who had never met him, was always going to be different than through the eyes of either of his sons. The family portrait was far closer.]
[He pauses in having another bite of his breakfast at her question before slightly shaking his head.]
If he did, I've forgotten it. It was... A long time ago.
[The soft, far off rumble of thunder draws Kyrie's attention to the rain again for a split second before she returns her focus to Vergil.]
It feels longer when they're not there to check with too, don't you think? Sometimes I think I remember something someone said or something that happened and then I'll second guess myself when I'm not so sure. Then I wonder if I imagined it in the first place. Do you find that, too?
[This could come dangerously close to toeing across the line here, venturing into more personal stuff, but she reasons that if she's ever going to turn this relationship with Nero's father into something less awkward, she's going to have to let herself be open with him.]
[The further the line of conversation goes, the further and further Vergil finds himself uncertain of how exactly to proceed. He's not so averse as he once was to discussing matters pertaining to the heart such as this, but he is still hesitant to do so with someone he does not yet bear a close relationship with. And Kyrie is no exception to that considering, but he supposes perhaps she ought to be.]
[He nods a little after a brief moment.]
It is in some ways another loss. And sometimes felt just as acutely as the first.
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[He pauses in having another bite of his breakfast at her question before slightly shaking his head.]
If he did, I've forgotten it. It was... A long time ago.
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It feels longer when they're not there to check with too, don't you think? Sometimes I think I remember something someone said or something that happened and then I'll second guess myself when I'm not so sure. Then I wonder if I imagined it in the first place. Do you find that, too?
[This could come dangerously close to toeing across the line here, venturing into more personal stuff, but she reasons that if she's ever going to turn this relationship with Nero's father into something less awkward, she's going to have to let herself be open with him.]
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[He nods a little after a brief moment.]
It is in some ways another loss. And sometimes felt just as acutely as the first.
[Other times, less so.