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Summer begins to have the look, peruser of enchanting Book, reluctantly but sure perceives a gain upon the backward leaves --

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[ For once, in all of her social ineptitude, Gwenhwyfar knows better to make assumptions about whether or not a mother loves her children. ]

Does he know that won't solve anything? No good mother would favor one child over the other and she does not sound like a terrible mother. She loved you all unconditionally.

[ Talking to V gives her hope that somehow, in some way, maybe he does. ]

In that case, I would say have faith. From what you've told me about your brothers, it sounds as if he has a good head on his shoulders. I'm sure he'll find a way to stop it from becoming worse.

[ But it's hard to know for sure, of course, without seeing it for one's self. In this case, V's words are just as viable.

She says it to reassure him. ]

I've been parted from him for three years and my feelings have never changed for him. Humans accepting as he is are hard to come by.

Did she?

[ A contemplative tone. He remembers the taste of the bitterness. How long he held on to the simple reality that he had been alone. But it's a question that can't be answered here and there's no use in arguing with Gwen about it. ]

Well. It's done now. I rather like Nero. He has a girl that he loves. They take in orphaned children and he cares for them so they won't be alone like he was.

[ He had protected the memories of Nero and Nico. Even now he holds their faces in his mind and still sometimes thinks about what life would have been like if he could have simply been another devil hunter to join their crew. ]

You would like him too, I would wager. Kyrie is a human woman, and no matter how long he is parted from her his feelings never seem to change.

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If she didn't, I wouldn't be speaking to a man so impassioned by the loss of his mother.

[ To her, she thinks so, much like her own mother, also human and how much of a reflection children are of their mother. ]

Who would have thought humans had that sort of effect on us. Not too many half-bloods feel the same way. Your Nero sounds like the only sensible one aside from you, I like people with common sense, so you're correct.

Who? The Dark Knight Sparda defied the kings of Hell to marry a human woman. He sealed the gates and protected the Human Realm from destruction. Human love is incredibly powerful.

[ As much as he would certainly still bicker with Dante if he was around to bicker with, this V--the one who spent time in a fairy castle with humans and immortals alike--understands rather profoundly why Dante's choices have made him so much stronger than his twin. ]

And I suppose that must have made Eva an incredible woman as well. Truth be told, I don't remember her face or her voice.

[ Only her touch now, the warmth of that window seat where he and his twin brother would sit curled against her on either side. ]

Then she was very fortunate.

[ V cannot see the way she grimaces, how she pushes her lips into a thin line that would make that comment unintentionally offensive.

She at least knows it's not right to lash out. ]

Not many human women are as fortunate... my mother, for one. Grigori are not exactly kind.

[ She sighs, thoughtfully, running a hand through her long hair. ]

Even if you can't remember her face or voice, take joy in the fact you are a piece of your mother, all of her goodwill and love. A part of her will continues to live through you.

I seem to recall I looked like her once. Green eyes, maybe.

[ Gwen is right, that Eva's love lives in him and that is precisely what Vergil hoped most desperately to be rid of. ]

Is your mother well?

A bright green?

[ As for her mother- ]

Mama? She's a strong woman, she has overcome so many hardships and came out stronger for it. She proved many wrong, even members of our family. She is happily married to her husband and is doing far better to how I was as a child.

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I suppose they must have been.

[ Green like the perfect amulet, another trinket out of his memories traded for magic. He might not have traded anything, at first. He knew better but the Castle suppresses will and anger. He had learned to love that place and the little birds he called master. ]

You sound proud of her. Isn't it the mother who should be proud?

[ A pleasant, teasing tone. He's honestly quite happy that not every mother of a half-demon must end up dead. ]

Is that all you can recall? What about a scent?

[ Scent is an important factor in Gwenhwyfar's memory. It can either soothe or rile her, depending on who it's attached to. Still, she feels awful for him, not being able to recall more of his mother. There is a small hope she can jog his memory.

A rarity -- Gwenhwyfar actually can tell that he's teasing her.]

I don't know, you would have to ask her... but I hope I do. I still can be proud of my mother, she's a strong woman with a loving heart. She'd be overjoyed I am making a friend, actually.

[ A friend, as in V himself. ]

[ A small pause, there is some reluctance to actually dig. Vergil had divested himself of sadness and hurt, V is all but a chest of unwanted memories. He himself an unwanted trinket, tossed aside in favor of his father's sword. ]

She had long blonde hair. There's a window seat I dream about sometimes, with the sun behind her. I think her perfume was just the roses from her garden.

[ A beautiful blonde woman, clear green eyes, a red dress, and a perfume like a rose. Her face plucked out of his memories with a surgical precision while leaving all the other pieces intact. He knows for a fact that she was the most beautiful woman in the world even without that. ]

Eva. I suppose she would also be pleased... if I wasn't alone.

[ He won't be able to see her big, beaming smile -- maybe he'll hear it in her voice. She's happy for him to have that memory. ]

That sounds like a lovely memory. Hold onto it as much as you can.

[ She leans her head on her knees, pulled close to her chest. Fair is fair, she recounts her own mother. ]

Enfys -- that's my mother's name. It means "rainbow" in our tongue. I've always been envious of her auburn hair and her warm brown eyes. She would sit me on her lap and work on her loom and I would watch her work on cloaks and blankets. She used to be very ill... she couldn't go outside when I was small, so the loom and her chambers were the only refuge she had.

[ Her pleasure on his behalf is surprising. Talking about his mother has always been a fraught topic. Those embroiled in the demonic saw her as a weakness and enforced that in Vergil. Talking to Dante about their mother had always ended with the twins at each other's throats. Nero never knew his mother. Nico was bitter about her mother's early death and Agnus's mistreat of them both. He's never talked to someone with such a fondness. ]

The twins have done nothing but mourn and fight one another for a long time. It is strange to hear about a family in such a light.

Well, not all of it is light. I'm sure if my half-sister could speak, she would be able to voice her displeasure with me. I was... enraged when I found out that thing sired another girl. I haven't been exactly kind to her. It has been my mother's wish that I would be raised like any other little girl. But--

[ She feels awful for him. Possibly for this other brother of his.

That whole entire family, really, as it really does show those with demon blood are somehow predestined to suffer. ]

I think any mother would want their child to think of the happy times and not to be miserable. They want us to think of them in the sunlight and remember them that way.

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