[ it might not at all be the answer that Nicholas wanted, or even needed. But Vergil is exactly as the Punisher assumes: cold and calculated, clinical and disinterested. It wasn't anything personal--he just wasn't someone who got close to others. He was terrible at it, as proved through his now 38 years of life, and had sought to write out close companionship in his life because it was complicated and messy.
And while perhaps when he was just Vittore, he'd just be a deeply unfriendly, but logical middle-aged dude with a chip on his shoulder with an intense love for epics and poetry--now that his memories of Vergil were seeping into his skin, settling into his bones--that devil behind his eyes was getting far too comfortable with the idea that violence was also on the table for matters concerning things where it was appropriate to apply said violence.
He'd always hesitate, of course; but where he hesitated, his devil whispered things without words, images that were blurry, a reminder that he was the strongest, and didn't need anyone. He tries to push the feeling off as he offers a metaphorical hand to Nicholas, Starting to head towards the door. ]
As I said. I will see you compensated for it, appropriately.
I do hire employees at my shop when I feel I need it. You would not be the only one on my payroll, if you so wished to be.
[ he'll lock up, and then head to the tiny little parking lot between buildings, filled up only by one motorcycle and one car--a bright, pearl-white mercedes without a speck of dirt on it. ]
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And while perhaps when he was just Vittore, he'd just be a deeply unfriendly, but logical middle-aged dude with a chip on his shoulder with an intense love for epics and poetry--now that his memories of Vergil were seeping into his skin, settling into his bones--that devil behind his eyes was getting far too comfortable with the idea that violence was also on the table for matters concerning things where it was appropriate to apply said violence.
He'd always hesitate, of course; but where he hesitated, his devil whispered things without words, images that were blurry, a reminder that he was the strongest, and didn't need anyone.
He tries to push the feeling off as he offers a metaphorical hand to Nicholas, Starting to head towards the door. ]
As I said. I will see you compensated for it, appropriately.
I do hire employees at my shop when I feel I need it. You would not be the only one on my payroll, if you so wished to be.
[ he'll lock up, and then head to the tiny little parking lot between buildings, filled up only by one motorcycle and one car--a bright, pearl-white mercedes without a speck of dirt on it. ]
Get in, we have a little driving to do.