[In a way, he's always known about that. But there's one flow he follows. And there's a flow that weighs heavy on his shoulders. A flow he still, somehow, wants to follow along, even if it leads to a bloody, horrific conclusion. A realization of a dream.]
[But here, he sits. She's right. It's all his contract, of course, and it binds him in ways he hates. He wants to do more. He could do more. He's not allowed to...do more.]
[He takes a last swig of his drink, finishing it off, and his own eyes follow the dancing couples. Vergilius is silent for a long moment, knowing he's never deserving to join them. That City, rotten as ever, would never be changed. He only can focus on his Sinners for now. He has to think about Charon, Garnet.]
[It all feels so, so, helpless. Maybe he has a taste of what she's been through, he thinks.]
...One would think the world would pity us for it.
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[In a way, he's always known about that. But there's one flow he follows. And there's a flow that weighs heavy on his shoulders. A flow he still, somehow, wants to follow along, even if it leads to a bloody, horrific conclusion. A realization of a dream.]
[But here, he sits. She's right. It's all his contract, of course, and it binds him in ways he hates. He wants to do more. He could do more. He's not allowed to...do more.]
[He takes a last swig of his drink, finishing it off, and his own eyes follow the dancing couples. Vergilius is silent for a long moment, knowing he's never deserving to join them. That City, rotten as ever, would never be changed. He only can focus on his Sinners for now. He has to think about Charon, Garnet.]
[It all feels so, so, helpless. Maybe he has a taste of what she's been through, he thinks.]
...One would think the world would pity us for it.