Vergil stayed silent at least at first, his main goal was to keep his hand over the chest wound as he still stared down at the floor. Pressure didn't do much with a holy blade having pierced his heart, what color he had regained was fading. Hearing the question he finally looked up through his bangs, the now blue eyes looking at Raine. "Normally yes." This should have been nothing. "I am weak to holy items." He knew he had taken a chance trying to take the sword. Nelo's sword finally dropped as he couldn't hold the heavy weight any more.

Though he was trying to conserve his energy, he expected to be locked up for attacking her and he was more then through being a prisoner. Injured badly or not, he planned to try to escape as soon as he could concentrate.