[That's that, and this is this. It's the way things are. A man told him that, once. A man with a beautiful smile that later was hidden by a black mask, his voice darkened by bloodlust.]
[He doesn't answer for a moment - his gaze turns distant with the weight of memory. He told that man the phrase didn't suit him. He himself didn't want to believe nothing could be done - it was just his foolish dream that kept him going forward.]
[Vergilius rests his head against the other man again as his gaze moves away, his hand sliding down to slide around to his back to pull him close, almost an embrace. Comfort, perhaps.]
no subject
[He doesn't answer for a moment - his gaze turns distant with the weight of memory. He told that man the phrase didn't suit him. He himself didn't want to believe nothing could be done - it was just his foolish dream that kept him going forward.]
[Vergilius rests his head against the other man again as his gaze moves away, his hand sliding down to slide around to his back to pull him close, almost an embrace. Comfort, perhaps.]
They do. Alas. They do.