She stood, her emerald glare piercing down into his very soul, but she resisted the urge to grasp the hilt of her sword.

"How dare you," she said, icy calm, "I do not believe for one moment that he left me willingly. I do not trust others easily, Vergil, especially not with something as fragile as the balance between darkness and light. But I trusted Dante. I trusted him to the point that he would have been able to grasp Revelations and use its power without harming himself, and he betrayed that trust when he lied to me about your true nature. He may have loved me, but he also used me and that is unforgivable in my eyes."