The Dean's Mansion (Dining Room) - Tinsdal
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What do you think you are?" The Vessel had asked, obviously feeling a mixture of fear and confusion as to what she saw in front of her, almost to the point of tears. Vergil knew true to his heart that he felt no different, but now with this notion; he too began to feel a series of negiative emotions; fear, sorrow, pain, confusion, and anger. But he wanted to remain strong for his beloved, to not be beaten by the fears that clouded his mind, but Vergil realised that to understand his weaknesses would be a sign on strength. He embraced the Vessel, and spoke to her softly and reassuringly.
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Vessel, what I think I am is alive, and to that I owe you a debt of gratitdue; you have given me a second chance, thank you so much. I feel that my undying love for you is whats keeping me going. There is no sensation of rigor mortis in these joints of mine. But, there is also the fear that should your powers ever cease, that I will return to the darkness; and leave you, I don't want that to happen; for there is so much of our story left to be written, and I want to be there for the epilogue." Vergil said with a smile as he kissed her.
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But, what if your wrong, your powers having no effect on me might just be a side effect from all that negative energy you had pent up inside of you yesterday; and the fact you used a lot on energy up to bring me back, its simply having trouble recognising me because of it." He remarked, trying to sound hopeful that its just a temporary setback.
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Kristina Kerrigan - Along The District Streets (The Dean's Crypt) - Tinsdal
The man had given a slight chuckle at 'Northern Hospitality' part of Kristina's statement. He then leaned forward to give a proper response. "
Northern Hospitality? That's a good one. Normally Northern Hospitality involved people shanking the tourists who walk down the wrong alley." Kristina was feeling increasingly annoyed at the man, as he cast a gaze over her retinue as they had their weapons ready. He then smirked. "
Yeah, Northern Hospitality right there." Kristina gave a brief sigh of disgust, then responded.
"Men, release your hold on your weaponry for the time being, but remain on alert for any other potential threats; we don't know who else could be lurking." She ordered, her men reluctantly following. Kristina then looked directly at the man on horseback, realising who it was; but chose to keep it secret.
"So, what is a man like you doing here?"
