"You...just started screaming and hit the floor in a heap."  He said, locking his eyes with her and reaching out to wipe the tears away before he stopped himself.  He was starting to become too attached...too close again.  He couldn't risk another tragedy...could he?  "I'm...glad you seem to be ok now at least."  Vergil finally said, his zombie expression falling back into place as if someone had pulled a mask over his face again as he got up and sat back down.  Why was he thinking of his nightmare and the blood on the whiteboard?  Because this felt like those two instances all over again.  He wasn't going to ask here with so many people nearby, but he looked to Aryn nodded once all the same, wondering if he was thinking the same thing he was.