[ He'd been dying. He'd been desperate. He'd even been accepting of his fate, of his death — if not for Dante, and the fact he hadn't bested his brother even once.
How ironic, then, to be given life advice by the one and same man. The chances he'll take that advice are slim to none, but the irony remains.
There's a mirroring sigh, and Vergil swipes a hand back through his hair. ]
And just where is all this boundless wisdom coming from, little brother?
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How ironic, then, to be given life advice by the one and same man. The chances he'll take that advice are slim to none, but the irony remains.
There's a mirroring sigh, and Vergil swipes a hand back through his hair. ]
And just where is all this boundless wisdom coming from, little brother?