[They're similar. They're not similar at all. Silco wants to tear it all down in spite, and Vergilius tears himself down out of spite. There's a push and pull here that's more evident by moments like these, where they practice the semblance of humanity while being, so, well? Not human at all. Twisted from human.]
[They're the type of people mothers warn their children about to make them behave, though how ironic, given how their children did not behave at all.]
[He's very close to him - and it makes Vergilius have the urge to step away, as if he is dancing at the edge of that gaping hole of Silco's heart. It must be tempting to be pulled in. It's easy to fall into a pit like that.]
[He wonders if, maybe, his heart can make that hole smaller. But that's right. They'd destroy each other. That's how different they are.]
...Mm. [And he is starting to detach himself, after a moment, ready to step away.] That being that, you're still alive. After dealing with a goddess, no less. You have to count your lucky stars.
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[They're the type of people mothers warn their children about to make them behave, though how ironic, given how their children did not behave at all.]
[He's very close to him - and it makes Vergilius have the urge to step away, as if he is dancing at the edge of that gaping hole of Silco's heart. It must be tempting to be pulled in. It's easy to fall into a pit like that.]
[He wonders if, maybe, his heart can make that hole smaller. But that's right. They'd destroy each other. That's how different they are.]
...Mm. [And he is starting to detach himself, after a moment, ready to step away.] That being that, you're still alive. After dealing with a goddess, no less. You have to count your lucky stars.