[ Zulius himself didn't know he had a limit. It's a rather distressing fact to learn that one exists. He doesn't like it one bit. He likes much less that the cracks are showing in public. People aren't allowed to know he gets genuinely upset. That's not part of his bit.
And that's the rub, isn't it? Everything Gil is saying makes a lot of sense. He knows the Order had to be stopped- he knows that the world would have been miserable and broken if they had been allowed victory. It would have been like letting the Nowhere King win. That would have caused nothing but suffering.
But a selfish seed is settling, unhappily, in his chest that he doesn't care. That the trade-off for a better world is not worth the lives of his loved ones. Not even for a second. Not Gil. Not Vergil. And he knows that's a stupid thought to have but it stays restless in his heart. So many people would have died. So fucking many. But that doesn't mean he can make peace with either of them potentially dying for it.
He tenses when Gil mentions him getting kidnapped. Zulius isn't an idiot- he knows he means a lot to a lot of people here. Hell, they mean a lot to him. He knows that if something happened to him... well. That would probably end badly. Some people would take comfort from that, perhaps, but it just makes dread pool in his stomach. He doesn't want to think what they'd do for him. What they'd stupidly, willingly sacrifice for him.
Normally, Zulius would be a screaming ball of fury- not backing down for a second. He's stubborn. He isn't wont to give up ground anywhere. But all the fight kind of... deflates out of him. He hugs his arms around himself, ears pinned back miserably. ]
I don't know what you could've done differently. I know they had to be stopped, Gil. I get that. This isn't the first time I've had to deal with something that could end the whole freaking world if it wanted to. Something that was just flat-out evil, y'know? They're monsters, I get it. I just- [ He sucks in a breath. Then uncharacteristically quiet: ] Fine. It is what it is, I guess. Can't fix it now. Super hate it, I'm gonna keep super hating it forever, but fine.
[ But Gil did say sorry. Gil NEVER says sorry. For anything. Ever. And his eyebrows do raise a little at that. It's... pretty important, and he cannot let that go by without comment. Vergil's said something, after all. They need to positively reinforce this or he might not ever say sorry ever again. ]
It's okay, Gil. I forgive you because you're my friend and I love you. And Vergil's right. It's really good that you care a heck of a lot to do that. [He hates it. He HATES that it came to it, but the emotion is in the right place and needs to be encouraged. ] I'm serious- I'm super proud of you for that. That's some real growth there, sweetie.
[He gives a little shrug. Right now he kind of wishes he cared a little less because he currently feels like he's holding himself together with spit and hope. He knows he is teetering on the edge of a really good cry and he doesn't want to do that where god(s) and everyone else can see that. ]
Yeah, well. It's what I do. Someone's gotta do it. If not me, then who? Someone less fabulous? I think not.
[It's... a really poor attempt at levity. There's none of his usual sass in it. He's going through the motions, keeping the mask in place because if he doesn't he doesn't know what will happen. He nods at Vergil- at his comments about not being able to fix it easily, because damn right it won't be. He will not be swayed by the wet cat look. Not for a second. No sir. ]
Trust me, we are gonna talk a lot. [ Still, they have a plan to move and he desperately wants out of his miserable wet place. So he puts a hand on both of their arms. ] Great. Glad that's settled. Gil, I promise to let you do your thing once I checked you over- please? That would actually make me feel better.
[So he knows he isn't sending Gil on his way without making sure he IS okay first. He can't stand for that. Gil deserves more than that. ]
Okay, home we go.
[And with a flciker of light, he teleports them into the bar area of the Vogue- still set up with its cots and emergency services, ready for a situation just like this. ]
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And that's the rub, isn't it? Everything Gil is saying makes a lot of sense. He knows the Order had to be stopped- he knows that the world would have been miserable and broken if they had been allowed victory. It would have been like letting the Nowhere King win. That would have caused nothing but suffering.
But a selfish seed is settling, unhappily, in his chest that he doesn't care. That the trade-off for a better world is not worth the lives of his loved ones. Not even for a second. Not Gil. Not Vergil. And he knows that's a stupid thought to have but it stays restless in his heart. So many people would have died. So fucking many. But that doesn't mean he can make peace with either of them potentially dying for it.
He tenses when Gil mentions him getting kidnapped. Zulius isn't an idiot- he knows he means a lot to a lot of people here. Hell, they mean a lot to him. He knows that if something happened to him... well. That would probably end badly. Some people would take comfort from that, perhaps, but it just makes dread pool in his stomach. He doesn't want to think what they'd do for him. What they'd stupidly, willingly sacrifice for him.
Normally, Zulius would be a screaming ball of fury- not backing down for a second. He's stubborn. He isn't wont to give up ground anywhere. But all the fight kind of... deflates out of him. He hugs his arms around himself, ears pinned back miserably. ]
I don't know what you could've done differently. I know they had to be stopped, Gil. I get that. This isn't the first time I've had to deal with something that could end the whole freaking world if it wanted to. Something that was just flat-out evil, y'know? They're monsters, I get it. I just- [ He sucks in a breath. Then uncharacteristically quiet: ] Fine. It is what it is, I guess. Can't fix it now. Super hate it, I'm gonna keep super hating it forever, but fine.
[ But Gil did say sorry. Gil NEVER says sorry. For anything. Ever. And his eyebrows do raise a little at that. It's... pretty important, and he cannot let that go by without comment. Vergil's said something, after all. They need to positively reinforce this or he might not ever say sorry ever again. ]
It's okay, Gil. I forgive you because you're my friend and I love you. And Vergil's right. It's really good that you care a heck of a lot to do that. [He hates it. He HATES that it came to it, but the emotion is in the right place and needs to be encouraged. ] I'm serious- I'm super proud of you for that. That's some real growth there, sweetie.
[He gives a little shrug. Right now he kind of wishes he cared a little less because he currently feels like he's holding himself together with spit and hope. He knows he is teetering on the edge of a really good cry and he doesn't want to do that where god(s) and everyone else can see that. ]
Yeah, well. It's what I do. Someone's gotta do it. If not me, then who? Someone less fabulous? I think not.
[It's... a really poor attempt at levity. There's none of his usual sass in it. He's going through the motions, keeping the mask in place because if he doesn't he doesn't know what will happen. He nods at Vergil- at his comments about not being able to fix it easily, because damn right it won't be. He will not be swayed by the wet cat look. Not for a second. No sir. ]
Trust me, we are gonna talk a lot. [ Still, they have a plan to move and he desperately wants out of his miserable wet place. So he puts a hand on both of their arms. ] Great. Glad that's settled. Gil, I promise to let you do your thing once I checked you over- please? That would actually make me feel better.
[So he knows he isn't sending Gil on his way without making sure he IS okay first. He can't stand for that. Gil deserves more than that. ]
Okay, home we go.
[And with a flciker of light, he teleports them into the bar area of the Vogue- still set up with its cots and emergency services, ready for a situation just like this. ]