Why do you always do this?

"I-It's not right, Vergil!" Viviane exclaimed, panting, trying to keep up with the man. Her small feet ran in desperation as she looked at his broad shoulders. He seemed like a moving mountain, and each step he took made the ground vibrate slightly, leaving her behind.

'He's ignoring me!' she roared internally, frustration growing inside her as her short legs struggled to catch up. The size difference irritated her. With a determination that was almost comical, she forced her muscles to run faster, but all she could see was Vergil's back moving further away.

"Seriously, Young Master, you can't just pick someone off the street and raise them!" She continued, her high-pitched voice trying to bridge the distance between them, but Vergil didn't seem to move at all. "You're too young to be a father!" Her words echoed like a cry in a vacuum, and his indifference only fueled the frustration bubbling inside her.