[ his gaze flicks towards the bag jam-packed with files and folders, his expression flashes briefly with unguarded anger, a fury barely contained, before it vanishes back into exhaustion. ]
Time, the cure for almost all wounds. [ almost all, he looks over towards where his brother is all but flopped over hand to his head sunglasses shielding his eyes, and worry flashes across his face as that anger did before. he hopes vergil will be okay with time, he hopes his experiences didn't awaken any long lost memories inside of him. ] A good few days of sleep and we should be kicking.
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Time, the cure for almost all wounds. [ almost all, he looks over towards where his brother is all but flopped over hand to his head sunglasses shielding his eyes, and worry flashes across his face as that anger did before. he hopes vergil will be okay with time, he hopes his experiences didn't awaken any long lost memories inside of him. ] A good few days of sleep and we should be kicking.