I can't always drop what I'm doing to save this guy, Mercy.
[ Simple as that. Sometimes you let the demons slap V so that you can keep on the attack. ]
They're demons, of a sort, bound to me.
[ He pushes up the sleeve of his sweater so that the whorling demonic sigils are visible. Sometimes his tattoos looked like nothing but elegant swirls, and sometimes it would coalesce into a roaring panther, or a pair of narrowed bird eyes. ]
They would have faded away, in the physical world, unless I had anchored them. I wouldn't have survived long without their magic either.
[ V was born an empty doll with no soul, so he'd filled himself up with Vergil's nightmares. ]
[ Mercedes regards the tattoos with open fascination-- maybe because she's yet to see such a thing in her own land, maybe because the swirls and whorls of the intricate designs bring to mind the shapes of some of the Crests she's seen flash into existence during magical applications and on the battlefield. ]
Is their presence still linked to your well-being? You... well, to be honest, you look much better than our first meeting, and I believe you mentioned another familiar.
[ And yet he's still looking to undermine her. But quietly, to give himself as much of a chance as possible in finding out what will happen to him before he pulls the trigger. ]
They certainly make me much stronger, but I could have found other resources within Fellden to sustain my strength.
[ Mercedes brings her cup to her lips, lifting her eyebrows at him over the rim of it. She waits until she's sipped and lowered it again before she speaks. ]
They do say the more complicated things are the ones most worth the effort.
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Does he now? That's a surprise... I thought you were certainly strong enough to keep them from laying a hand on him, Griffon.
Although admittedly, I don't entirely know how familiars work. I've never had one.
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[ Simple as that. Sometimes you let the demons slap V so that you can keep on the attack. ]
They're demons, of a sort, bound to me.
[ He pushes up the sleeve of his sweater so that the whorling demonic sigils are visible. Sometimes his tattoos looked like nothing but elegant swirls, and sometimes it would coalesce into a roaring panther, or a pair of narrowed bird eyes. ]
They would have faded away, in the physical world, unless I had anchored them. I wouldn't have survived long without their magic either.
[ V was born an empty doll with no soul, so he'd filled himself up with Vergil's nightmares. ]
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Is their presence still linked to your well-being? You... well, to be honest, you look much better than our first meeting, and I believe you mentioned another familiar.
[ Or implied it, at least. ]
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[ And yet he's still looking to undermine her. But quietly, to give himself as much of a chance as possible in finding out what will happen to him before he pulls the trigger. ]
They certainly make me much stronger, but I could have found other resources within Fellden to sustain my strength.
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[ Especially since, with what he's said, this may not be an arrangement he keeps for too long... ]
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[ So it wasn't all just treason. ]
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[ Well. Honestly, it makes sense. ]
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I don't expect it to be a simple matter.
[ It might cost something ugly. ]
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They do say the more complicated things are the ones most worth the effort.