[Every time he says her name, its like there's an added weight in the air, a tension adding with the heightened glow of his eyes that makes it lianle to snap.]
[Wriothesley moves, and as he does, Vergilius growls out one last retort, with all the weight of his feverish anger.]
What a fucking coward you are. Run away. Go on.
[But he won't physically stop him from leaving. There he goes.]
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[Wriothesley moves, and as he does, Vergilius growls out one last retort, with all the weight of his feverish anger.]
What a fucking coward you are. Run away. Go on.
[But he won't physically stop him from leaving. There he goes.]
[.....He really needs to lay down.]