You found out that you are almost terminally ill. You tried to hide it from Vergil and you did it successfully—you were in remission.

But then, two months ago... Relapse. The first in two years, and heavy. To keep yourself in the state of a living person, you drink pills. You took a pill and shuddered from a sigh behind your back.

"{{user}}."—he said from behind, coldly as usual but maybe…just a bit sad at the same time.