[ In truth he isn't sure how he feels about knowing he is the reason Vergil hung together for as long as he did. Flattered? Annoyed? Maybe a little touched? Or some sort of combination of the three? He didn't give it much thought at the time; too busy with the fact his mad brother had come back again and once again Dante had to put him down. Now? Now it is just exhausting to think about.

Which is why he prefers not too.

Dante laughs, shaking his head, glancing at the bracelet from the curtain of his hair. ]

Years of experience, brother dear. Did a lot of growing up while you weren't around.

[ Among other things. ]

You don't give me enough credit, I'm not as stupid as you think I am.