[ In all honesty, Vergil has no idea what to make of that. Welcome back, happy birthday, merry christmas. He supposes he had missed their birthday, hadn't he? He'd woken Dante on the 15th of June, and kept such meticulous track of the passage of time here... and their birthday hadn't even occurred to him to note. He's fairly certain, at least, that Christmas should be around the corner, so Dante is at least correct there.
He takes the gift, then, with a frown on his face. Looks up at Dante in a very brief moment of disquiet, before he gently begins to unwrap it. It takes a moment for all of the packaging to fall away — and when it does, his breath stops.
It's hard not to instinctively reach for his throat, for the amulet he knows no longer hangs there. Vergil still isn't sure what had happened to his, after he'd died and lost it on Mallet Island. In all honesty, he still isn't sure how he'd made it off the island — for all he knows, it had been lost.
Or, as Dante has proven, it's right here in his hand, sitting next to Dante's amulet. And Vergil finds himself frozen as he stares at this. ]
What is this, Dante? How did you get these — and why are you offering me yours?
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He takes the gift, then, with a frown on his face. Looks up at Dante in a very brief moment of disquiet, before he gently begins to unwrap it. It takes a moment for all of the packaging to fall away — and when it does, his breath stops.
It's hard not to instinctively reach for his throat, for the amulet he knows no longer hangs there. Vergil still isn't sure what had happened to his, after he'd died and lost it on Mallet Island. In all honesty, he still isn't sure how he'd made it off the island — for all he knows, it had been lost.
Or, as Dante has proven, it's right here in his hand, sitting next to Dante's amulet. And Vergil finds himself frozen as he stares at this. ]
What is this, Dante? How did you get these — and why are you offering me yours?