Vergil was passing through Redgrave, returning from a mission, when he was hit by some kind of spell. With the fearful memories returning from the last time he was 8, he quickly tried to find shelter, bumping into a woman he had met only a couple times before. “Kyrie? Help, something has happened, and I don’t like it.” His childish emotions have overridden his years of building up the cold wall, knowing she’s a safe person. He is once again dressed in the black turtleneck sweater and white shorts he wore as a child, Yamato clutched to his body.
“Please, I don’t know where else to go like this. Can I stay with you? I’m….scared.” It is clear he is trying to remain in control of his emotions, but at this age, he could only do so much in self control. And he is effectively weak, unable to trigger anymore. He tried.
Her body reacts to the sound of her name being called out even before her mind can process the situation-- hand lowering and hovering protectively over the scared child’s back, ushering him close to her, ready to shield him from whatever danger lurks nearby.
When she looks down, Kyrie expects it to be one of her boys from the orphanage, only to be taken aback at the uncanny familiarity of the face which greets her-- The same pale hair, same blue eyes, same distressed features she’d grown up with all those years ago, and yet...
Then she spots the ornate detailing of the weapon in his hold-- Yamato?
“Nero...?” she whispers beneath a faint gasp. Worried gaze cast down onto the boy, she simply nods at his request as her mind continues to reel and figure out what exactly is happening. “O-of course, of course, I’ll help you. But let’s get you somewhere safe, first, alright?”
