[ V doesn't jump like the kitten, almost expecting some kind of outburst the moment he started talking like this. He still was unsure of how to react, his mind going through all the possibilities and scenarios and then settling on the one fact that Nero had given him - they were mortal now. Not fueled by the demon blood in them, even as weak as V's connection to Sparda's blood, which gives them the boost to fight through everything and everyone. To be stabbed and gouged and impaled and lose limbs but still to heal yet again.

He cloese his eyes, reaching over to try to soothe the animal even as he wondered how this would effect Vergil - no he didn't have to wonder. Vergil would not consider this a victory by any means. It was more of a mockery of the kind of fight he wished for. ]

If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death...

[ He doesn't know what to do or say. Opening his eyes, he turns to Nero, reaching over to attempt to give comfort, any comfort. ]

If those controlling him knew much about any of us, they would know that we are not easy prey despite being reduced to human. Vergil probably did not want to lose you too.