At least he wasn't fighting anymore. Although in his case that was a bad thing. Virgil was losing it. "..No." He barely managed. Barely moved in attempt to break free of the arms holding him still. He was scared. He was trying not to be, but poison was a new territory for him. He'd been shot at, all kinds of things were thrown at him, mind control.. But poison? Poison that made him feel like his stomach was being torn in half? Not so much. His eyes fell heavily shut and his body was limp. He was going into shock. Whatever extra strength his powers had been giving him was diminishing.