[hearing those words is like a lullaby, gentle and soothing, slowly healing the wounds deep in raven's heart. eventually his crying ebbs into nothing save for the occasional sniffle. his breathing evens out. vergil's kimono is wet now, but raven doubts he minds.

everything still hurts... but it's more of a dull ache now. he takes a deep breath and lets it out, feeling exhausted.

he carefully, slowly, uncurls one hand fisted in vergil's clothes and runs his fingers lightly over a wing]