[ Ah, there it is. He knew that would be his reaction to hearing about what happened to Sparda, Dante's idiot plan that managed to pan out for the better and ultimately take one more thin away from his brother. He shifts, pulling the Devil Sword from his back and leaning against something nearby. The red gem in the pummel of it glimmers in the light of the room, his hand lingering briefly upon it's surface. ]

You didn't leave me much choice, Verg. You managed to kick my ass so hard I was in a coma for a month, I needed a power boost and Dad's sword was just the thing.

[ He won't apologize for it, can't, regardless of the mild amount of guilt sitting like a stone in his stomach. Funny how it's problem the first time he's ever felt guilty about taking one of his brother's things. When they were children he certainly didn't care, they were twins so clearly they shared everything. Now though? It's different, their amulets aren't a shirt or a book or something inconsequential. Their amulets are beyond precious.

Dante breathes out, crossing his arms across his chest, before finally looking back at Vergil. ]

Nothing. [ It's the truth, though he knows how fake it sounds. ] Not that it really matters.