"I see, though such bonds make weakness." He spoke his thoughts, so yes. Vergil was a loner unlike Dante. He would rather be alone with his power then risk being hurt with others. "Do not do this," he finally looked back, his face unreadable his emotions a whirlwind. "I do not wish to live on pity of Dante's foolishness. My crimes are my own. If you wish to kill me, then purge your anger and do so, but do not use him as an excuse. He deserves better."

He loved his brother in a strange distant way. He would likely never be comfortable talking about that but as it stood he looked at her. Funny how many times Dante has asked if he is insane, and now here it is the man's love saying she doesn't think he is.

"What is Sanity?" It was always his answer.