Vergil's brow furrows a little as V says he cannot apologize for his existence. He was not looking for an apology from V even if he does disagree somewhat with the degree to which V has more culpability surrounding his existence than he acknowledges or claims. It's true that he did not ask to come to be, but it was still his choice to follow the Fox, to exist outside and beyond Vergil for his own reasons. And that does mean something. Beyond just the choice to exist, it means... Vergil purses his lips even as he tries to listen to the rest of what V has to say. He really cannot concentrate on it, however, as while he cannot fully articulate his discomfort with V by naming it exactly, he can at least pinpoint a source of it.
"You gave up," he says, and he says it bluntly. Vergil's gaze locks onto V, scrutinizing the other in the low light offered by the fire. "You say you care for me, but you gave up in choosing to come here. What am I to make of that?"
There's more implicit demand in the way Vergil asks his question. The likelihood that Vergil could somehow keep that out of his tone is unlikely though, so he makes no effort to mask that he wants an answer for that portion. Wanting to live is one thing. He cannot fault V for that. Feeling comfortable enough to want to stay because he knows this to be merely borrowed time and that he shall ultimately succeed is also not something Vergil takes umbrage with. But the fact that V followed the Fox in the first place? Vergil cannot see it as anything other than giving up on his mission, abandoning Vergil in the first place.
All V said, all he had to say and more he hasn't said, but Vergil slices it all away with those simple words. How like him. V, in his desire to live, hasn't thought about that part, not consciously. He hasn't had to. Here, he knows he succeeds. From his conversation with Nero, he understands how he got to the end, how he reached Urizen, and how they became the man sitting before him. It hasn't faced him as plainly as Vergil states. Nor the well-deserved demand in that question.
V's face stays nearly the same, except for the way his jaw tightens. His head goes quiet, and V sits with the uncomfortable fact that he gave up. For a moment, he saw certain death. If he moved and made a sound, Malphas would detect him and kill him before he could escape. If he faced her, he was too weak to win. There was no way for V to survive—not by his own power. It was about to be over so quickly. So when the fox came, when V had that single moment to decide between certain death and uncertain life, he chose life.
He had no way then to know Nero would arrive within seconds and save him. Nero saved him. It's the only reason he lived. It's the only reason Vergil lives. Nero saved them, the way they always wanted to be saved. V lacks the memory of it, but he can imagine it so clearly, save that Nero and Sparda merge in his mind. They stand before him as a child, and they defeat the demons. They're safe. He closes his eyes and grinds his back teeth slightly.
"I gave up," V spits out, like he's removing poison from a wound. "Whether I came here or not, in that moment, I gave up. There was no way out, and I do not have the power to do anything about that. I could not call Yamato. My familiars were too weak. I was too weak. I would have died, if survival were left in my hands. I knew that, and I did not expect anyone to save me."
The van was nowhere nearby. He assumed Dante and Nero were far ahead of him. It was him, only him.
"I chose to live the only way I saw. The only way that gave us a chance."
He tilts his head back and shakes it, not quite a laugh. "She chose the perfect moment. The worst one."
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"You gave up," he says, and he says it bluntly. Vergil's gaze locks onto V, scrutinizing the other in the low light offered by the fire. "You say you care for me, but you gave up in choosing to come here. What am I to make of that?"
There's more implicit demand in the way Vergil asks his question. The likelihood that Vergil could somehow keep that out of his tone is unlikely though, so he makes no effort to mask that he wants an answer for that portion. Wanting to live is one thing. He cannot fault V for that. Feeling comfortable enough to want to stay because he knows this to be merely borrowed time and that he shall ultimately succeed is also not something Vergil takes umbrage with. But the fact that V followed the Fox in the first place? Vergil cannot see it as anything other than giving up on his mission, abandoning Vergil in the first place.
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V's face stays nearly the same, except for the way his jaw tightens. His head goes quiet, and V sits with the uncomfortable fact that he gave up. For a moment, he saw certain death. If he moved and made a sound, Malphas would detect him and kill him before he could escape. If he faced her, he was too weak to win. There was no way for V to survive—not by his own power. It was about to be over so quickly. So when the fox came, when V had that single moment to decide between certain death and uncertain life, he chose life.
He had no way then to know Nero would arrive within seconds and save him. Nero saved him. It's the only reason he lived. It's the only reason Vergil lives. Nero saved them, the way they always wanted to be saved. V lacks the memory of it, but he can imagine it so clearly, save that Nero and Sparda merge in his mind. They stand before him as a child, and they defeat the demons. They're safe. He closes his eyes and grinds his back teeth slightly.
"I gave up," V spits out, like he's removing poison from a wound. "Whether I came here or not, in that moment, I gave up. There was no way out, and I do not have the power to do anything about that. I could not call Yamato. My familiars were too weak. I was too weak. I would have died, if survival were left in my hands. I knew that, and I did not expect anyone to save me."
The van was nowhere nearby. He assumed Dante and Nero were far ahead of him. It was him, only him.
"I chose to live the only way I saw. The only way that gave us a chance."
He tilts his head back and shakes it, not quite a laugh. "She chose the perfect moment. The worst one."