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[As usual, he's smoking. And it's not unusual that he's staring at the smoke like he's been hypnotized, but he's smiling more than he has in the years he's been on board.]

You know, I've been so fixated on these things for so many years. On cigarettes, I mean, Kools if I could get them--and it's funny that these are the greyest thing in my life. The single thing that lacks color now. I sort of expected the smoke to be blue...or pink.

I actually stopped seeing color when I was four. I think that was when I stopped believing in God, Santa, and the American Dream. I assumed for a long time that everyone went colorblind (literally, figuratively, whichever) when they got old enough to be cynical. But I came here and I met a real muse, and I've realized that I was mostly wrong.

I wonder what the rest of you lost when you stopped being kids? I don't expect many of you will answer, since most of you are understandably very sensitive about your pasts, but it's a real question. What did you lose when you grew up?

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Private

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It's like being permanently caught in a dream. Sometimes my mind just accepts things; other times I wonder if I'm going to wake up.

[His smile fades a little when Vergil tells him about his heart.] That's a big thing to lose. What happened?

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[walkthedarkpath]

That must have made life rather interesting. [ He actually sounded a little sympathetic, but hey. his coat is a lovely shade of blue.] And how does the world seem now?

Remember me telling you about my parents? They both died when I was eight, Father scarified himself to save the world. And the demons slaughtered my mother. I thought Dante was dead too. Thing have never quiet been the same since. I cant feel like I used to, I'm not even sure I would want to if I could.

[ He spoke as he sat back in his chair looking at the display. ]

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It's like...like stepping off a porch, expecting another step but finding yourself at the bottom of the sea, surrounded with coral reefs and squid. [He says it sort of dreamily]

I remember. [Which is unusual for him, but he makes note of things like that, noble or ignoble examples of people.]

Tragedy can be hard enough on a person...but tragedy coupled with a shadow as long as your father's must have been--it's impressive what you've made of yourself from that.

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[walkthedarkpath]

You, my friend have a very colorful imagination. I give you that.

[ He sounded amused as he listened to the description trying to picture that. He got a smile out of Vergil for remembering. Sparda was very important to the elder twin.]

It was my duty as his heir. I merely did what was expected of me. What gets me is not so much the shadow. I do not mind that, it is an honor to be his son. What gets me is how easily the world forgot him. [ hes sure hes said that before but he had to say it.]

You need to go to the Enclosure and have someone show you a spring day in forests of Madrid.

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[velocette]

Every generation likes to think it's the first to invent peace, or war, or sex, or heroism or intellectualism. I think every generation tries to alter or erase the heroes and villains who went before them, for fear that they won't measure up otherwise. Not that it makes it any easier, especially when it's your own father being erased...but I think that you do him proud. I only know a little of him and I think of him sometimes.

[Piper spends perhaps too much time mulling over ideas like heroism.]

I've never really spent any time in a forest. I'd love to see it.

I could show you something from my home, too.

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[walkthedarkpath]

[ Vergil goes silent a long moment. It was not expected, but appreciated. More then words could say. Its so rare for him to find someone who actually gets it. Much less gets so much of what he says.]

For christmas I was gifted a book that has many of the tales of my father's heroics in it. I would not be against loaning it to you if you are interested.

[ It was not offered lightly either. That book was his second favorite thing he got for christmas. ]

The Enclosure is likely as close as we would be able to get, but I would not be against seeing your home.

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I would. Thank you.

[he takes very good care of books, Vergil will be happy to learn. It might come back smelling a bit like tobacco and leather, but otherwise it will be exactly how he got it on Christmas.]

Let's plan a day.

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[walkthedarkpath]

Think nothing of it. I would like to know your thoughts when your done.

[ Sadly, as the book was only mentioned in passing and Sparda's tales arent really told besides the basic saved the world. It can be expected to be a book full of stories of valor and bravery one demon on a quest to save humanity. Eva is likely mentioned as well as a powerful witch able to manipluate pockets of time.]

I will have to get back to you with that. I am set to work everyday between noon and four. My warden and I have come to an agreement for me to work in the library and he will think on getting me my birthright back.

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Who is he?

[He thinks he has probably asked this, since it's an important question and he's past the point where he forgets who Vergil is when they're not in the same room. But if he has, the warden must not be someone who's made a heavy impact on the Boy yet.]

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[walkthedarkpath]

Souji Okita.

[ he spoke simply, he didn't have much to offer or share on the other. He Also didn't realize The Boy was a warden.]

And yours?