Valdis heard Gene, but didn't answer him just yet, all of her attention was on Vergil as Revelations tried to burn the darkness out of him. Terrible as his scream was, Valdis did not withdraw the blade, it needed time to do its job and hopefully it wouldn't kill him. She was in her own kind of agony, the pain from her wound mixed with the mental pain of having to possibly destroy Dante's brother. She could feel his pain and had felt the same pain before, when the Archangel had tried to kill her.

She pulled back on the Revelations, sliding it out of Vergil's chest, "I told you," She said calmly, "That you wouldn't be able to master Revelations, you should have listened."

Now the pain from her wound increased but she continued to hold on to the angelic sword with one hand while the other attempted to stem the flow of blood, something she knew would be impossible.

Valdis tried to rise, but couldn't, "Gene," she said, her voice thick with pain, uncaring for the moment about the boy's strange magic. She hated that her powers were blocked, she knew that Revelations was responsible, she also knew that Revelations could heal her, yet she didn't know how to use that power. She could feel her body start to go into shock, a relatively new sensation, but one she knew to be bad, "I need a healer, quickly."

She was beginning to feel numb, there was far too much of her own blood and it seemed that even her heart had betrayed her as it continued to pump, "And Vergil. He will need a healer too." Her vision became blurry and for the first time, she was afraid to die.