"Maybe not, but there is something going on."  Vergil countered, relaxing a bit more despite Aryn's angry remark.  "I'm...sorry if I am...not someone you want...to see right now.  But ever since...I started this school...things have been...happening.  Now...it seems to be spreading...whatever 'IT' is.  Maybe it's not a curse...but it's definitely not benign...either.  I'm...just trying to find answers....answers to why...things are happening."  Wincing a bit as his shirt moved against his marred back, Vergil looks over his own shoulder and runs a hand over the material as best he can and almost jumps out of his skin when a couple of the scabs are pulled on.  "Geeze...I'm...ok....."  He clearly wasn't as Vergil's face became zombie like again on the surface, having been outside of his shell almost for too long.  He couldn't risk showing what he was truly feeling...not now...not when he was so close to losing it already.