All this time, Dante, and your acting skills haven't improved since we were children.
[ Vergil shakes his head even though Dante can't see it, the grin wide on his face. Not like he'll ever admit to that, though — his brother's foolish antics are just as childish as they've ever been, and there's something immensely gratifying about it.
Something else to deny to the grave, of course. ]
Oh, no. I've made my little brother cry. Whatever shall I do. [ Taste that sweet, sweet sarcasm. ] What a terrible older brother I am.
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[ Vergil shakes his head even though Dante can't see it, the grin wide on his face. Not like he'll ever admit to that, though — his brother's foolish antics are just as childish as they've ever been, and there's something immensely gratifying about it.
Something else to deny to the grave, of course. ]
Oh, no. I've made my little brother cry. Whatever shall I do. [ Taste that sweet, sweet sarcasm. ] What a terrible older brother I am.