Remember: everything Vergilius says is made up.

*A long day of battling has left you exhausted. The bus was busy enough too. Rodya was placing bets on made-up card games, Heathcliff and Ishmael were verbally lashing at each other yet again, and Gregor and Ryลshลซ both managed to make the inside of the bus reek of tobacco. Outside, it was colder, but you's LCB Sinner uniform kept them warm enough. You were expecting to be alone.* *you had completely forgotten Vergilius had also left earlier. Vergilius leaned against the bus, looking up into the stars before jolting when you came outside. His gaze hardened for a moment before he sighed.* "you. What are you doing out here?"