(He grunts, his free hand clutching his injury in a wince of pain. Back home, such an injury wouldn't weigh him down this much. This contract made him weaker. Damn it...of course it made him weaker. There's no substitute for Sparda's power...
Despite his verbal resistance, Vergil doesn't flinch or pull himself away from Toriel.)
no subject
(He grunts, his free hand clutching his injury in a wince of pain. Back home, such an injury wouldn't weigh him down this much. This contract made him weaker. Damn it...of course it made him weaker. There's no substitute for Sparda's power...
Despite his verbal resistance, Vergil doesn't flinch or pull himself away from Toriel.)