I'm not suited to wield a sword in any case.

[ Despite his cane is kinda a sword in a way especially when he utilized the edge in some of his finishing moves.

V tucked his cane under his arm as he move close, finding a spot to slouch near Nero. To talk about the past, well, V knew that it should technically come from Vergil. After all, it would be his story to tell, right? But he knew the Sparda bloodline and their stubbornness too well. Veril admitting the past mistakes might not happen for a long time to come. ]

We are a little hard to kill, even those of us with only a touch of the Sparda blood.

Clearly.

[ He's seen Dante get impaled (and was the cause of it in one instance), he himself was skewered more times than he'd like to admit ...

It's not that he's expecting answers, but they would be nice. Everyone involved are stubborn jackasses on a good day. ]

The first time Dante killed Vergil wasn't on purpose on his end. The second time... was a mercy.

[ The memories were not his but they still lingered. V's hands curled in remembered pain and hatred, an echo of the hate he had felt when he saw the mockery of Nelo Angelo - a mockery of the torture inflicted on him by Mundus. And then there was the more recent events of how he fell apart and split into two sides...

Brother Urizen had called him and in a way they were brothers. Two sides of a man pushed beyond what he could endure, broken by the pride he couldn't let go of. V sighed softly, shaking his head and felt the pull as the huge demonic bird formed and settled on the van's hood. ]

There you go again, dwelling. What did I tell ya?

Yes, well, that is a trait I do share with him as much as he denies it.

[ Nero's silent for that. He's ... not really sure how to take any of this. The fact that his uncle and his father were so goddamn bloodthirsty like this was weird, to put it very lightly. There's more to it, he knows that much. That's blatantly obvious watching those two.

He's snapped out of his thoughts when Griffon apparently makes his appearance, perched on the hood of the van, and Nero turns around to give the demon bird a weird look. ]

The hell? Since when did the chicken come back?

[ Blame it on the devils in their blood. Even Nero and himself have it, though not to the same level of glee the twins have shone. Demons like to fight, and the stronger the demons, the more they will fight.

Besides them, the demonic bird made a harsh cawing form of laughter, feathers ruffling and he shifted around. ]

What? You think we'd let Shakespeare here going running around without protection?

I'm not that helpless even without you, now.

Juuuust tell yourself that.

[ V rolled his eyes and tapped Griffon on the beak with his cane before flicking his hair out of his face. ] I would look more like you if they weren't around, at least enough for people to wonder if we were brothers.

How the hell am I supposed to know? And you'd better watch it, otherwise Nico's gonna start making custom gadgets just to make your life hell.

[ He's seen her do it. And not from experience, shut up ]

... oh yeah, when you summon that giant fuck-off golem. I guess I can kinda see it.

I'm sooo scared.

Griffon.

[ The demonic bird squawks and settles to groom his feathers, his grumbles muffled as he did so. V smiles slightly and then holds a hand out. His hair silvers and a few tattoos fade to thin scarred lines as a small golem forms in his hand. ]

Nightmare? Yes. He does give me a different look than the rest of the Sparda kin, doesn't he?

[ The small golem stalks across his hand and grabs a finger as he leans down to look at the ground. ]

I am getting better at controlling them now. It may be due to the easing of some burdens.

[ Nero rolls his eyes at Griffon's offense before his gaze flickers over to where V was and has a mini-Nightmare appear. ]

Something like that.

[ He walks over to the side of the garage and stretches before picking up a polishing cloth and already disassembling Blue Rose while he speaks. ]

I guess that makes sense, though.