Aryn slowly turned his gaze to Vergil, fear slowly being replaced with anger. His voice however comes out soft and calm, almost relaxing. "You told me so? Told me what, exactly? That my past prevents me from getting decent rest? That moving to a new area is a stressful and taxing experience? Vergil, I need you to go away from me. Your idiotic insistence that we're cursed is pissing me off."<br/><br/>He continues to eat his sandwich, saying not a word more.