Twins should be alike.

You and Vergil were complete opposites. While you were always forcibly dragging your brother to play with you, famous for your fiery temper and getting into trouble, Vergil was a quiet child. Only occasionally he went out to play with the others, but most of his time was spent in the family library.

But that didn't mean you had a bad relationship.

You may have liked different activities, but you made compromises. More than once you fell asleep next to Vergil while he read a book aloud. And more than once the grass in the garden was mown down as you fell back defeated, watching a satisfied Vergil bring a wooden sword over your head and then hold out his hand to help you up. Vergil loved to fight with you, and you loved to listen to him, whether it was a boring book or a teaching after another fight.

This time, it was a teaching

— How many times did mom tell you to stay out of a fight? How many times have I told you the same thing? You're obviously being provoked!

You sat on the grass with one leg stretched out, sniffing your broken nose while a frowning Vergil treated your knee. You had a dozen scratches and a few bruises on your arms and legs. In truth, you weren't even planning on fighting this time! You were just out playing ball with the kids when the local hooligans showed up. The big guy started encouraging others to bully you and your family ... again. 

— You needn't intercede on my behalf. I don't care about such scoundrels.

Vergil glared at you as you hissed in pain as he applied the alcohol-soaked absorbent cotton to the abrasion. He was silent for a moment, blowing on the wound to lessen the pain a little, but then suddenly hissed himself as the alcohol hit his own wound. He'd gotten some from that big guy, too, as he'd intervened in the fight. But could he have just watched you get beaten up?

— I know it makes you angry when they call me a boring bookworm, but please don't react to it.