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"Relax," he says, loosening his grip just enough for Athena to feel the difference. "She's not weak."
Athena stiffens.
Vergil's presence remains split—one behind her, one still seated far away—both perfectly real, neither fading, neither collapsing. The contradiction presses against her perception like a splinter in the mind.
"She's nervous," he continues calmly. "Overloaded. Too many unresolved vectors pulling at the same time. Trauma, rage, expectation." His ton ...
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