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Virgil was tired of Janus. He always had been. And now that the others had accepted him - without his input - he was done. Just completely done. It was one thing to take advice from the snake, but to accept him? That couldn’t be right. And he knew exactly why. He was too manipulative. He knew every thought of every side, and he knew how to worm his way into every single mind. That was a known fact. But the real question -
Did he use his powers? His stupid intoxicating eyes, his voice pulling people down into a state where they couldn’t fight his words? Virgil wasn’t there to find out, and not knowing drove him crazy. He remembered that feeling, of losing control against your own will, just sinking and not knowing where you were going. It was nice, when you wanted it. But Janus didn’t really care about all that anymore.
Virgil remembered being happy with the dark sides, fighting Janus’ power simply as a training exercise. A game. He’d gotten good, too. And then he left for the light sides and everything went to Hell. Janus seemed to almost corrupt, turning darker than he’d ever been. And eventually? Getting revenge on Virgil. Gaps in his memory marked every incident - almost twenty. One second on the couch and then suddenly laying in his bed asleep. It was so petty. He knew Janus never really did anything. But the sheer thought of not being in control of his own mind…
And then he just came into the light sides as though nothing had ever happened. The others didn’t know yet. Virgil nor Janus had told them, and Virgil doubted the snake had plans to. It was an ace up his sleeve. A tool to get them to trust him, the same as his name reveal. Everything Janus revealed about himself was simply manipulation. Virgil knew that. But he was tired of being manipulated. He was tired of Deceit’s little games. His pretending and dancing and dazzling.
Why not show him how it felt?