Vergil rolled out of bed and got dressed quickly about the same time everyone was starting to gather in the main room.  Heading down and fixing a quick meal, completely ignoring everyone around him by design, Vergil's face and eyes were empty this morning.  Before at least there had been a little life in his expression, but now there was nothing as he ate in total silence.  Last night had been rough, to put it mildly.  He'd been haunted by terrible nightmares the whole night, or so Vergil had thought until he had woken up with claw marks on his back.<br/><br/>((Sorry if this is too much of a Discordia thing.  Can change as needed.))