[ It's something that doesn't sit that comfortably on his shoulders, something that leaves him feeling heavy. So much happened while Vergil wasn't around, events that forced a gaping chasm between them. They had been closer, once upon a time, thick as thieves despite their disagreements. Dante loved his brother as much as he hated him, always finding his way back to Vergil's side in the end of the day. They had been strong on their own, but together? Together they had been unstoppable.

Sometimes he wonders what things would have been like if they hadn't grown apart. If Vergil hadn't fallen, if he hadn't been so tight in Mundus' grip when they found each other again on Mallet Island. Idle thoughts for the dark of night when demons aren't hounding his doorstep.

Not that he needs them much anymore with Vergil back and whole. Now they just have to figure out how to close the chasm between them, yeah? Ha, like that will happen. ]

Wait... [ Dante's feet hit the floor with a sudden thud, leathers shifting as he leans forward. ] Is that...? Did you just pay me a compliment? That's─ That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me Vergil, I think I might cry.