Walking side by side, people could be excused for missing the similarities between them. V hunches, not at his full height, and his gait reflects the way he leans on and uses his cane. He's thin, gaunt even, and no amount of moisturizer will fix all the cracks subtly marking his skin. It's how he's coming apart, an act ever in process and never reaching its conclusion. Vergil, however, is strong, solid, and tall. He emanates an energy that says not to fuck with him in a way that doesn't stick with V. It helped him get rich in a matter of days, to pay Dante's fees, but it's a continued annoyance here in Folkmore.
He says nothing when Vergil says nothing. The silence, in and of itself, means little. Neither of them are partial to small talk. V uses that conversational technique only to gain enough spoons to live and usually with strangers or acquaintances. Not Vergil. He's sooner get impaled on Yamato.
"Slowly but surely," V answers. "Though I haven't finished your books, I've taken to rereading some as I go along. I get more out of them the second time."
And more, after he's read a few more books. They continue to hold new ideas, new worlds, in only turns of phrase he could never derive on his own. It's one of the greater pleasures he's found here, a good use of his time.
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He says nothing when Vergil says nothing. The silence, in and of itself, means little. Neither of them are partial to small talk. V uses that conversational technique only to gain enough spoons to live and usually with strangers or acquaintances. Not Vergil. He's sooner get impaled on Yamato.
"Slowly but surely," V answers. "Though I haven't finished your books, I've taken to rereading some as I go along. I get more out of them the second time."
And more, after he's read a few more books. They continue to hold new ideas, new worlds, in only turns of phrase he could never derive on his own. It's one of the greater pleasures he's found here, a good use of his time.