"He favored here, there was never a doubt about that." Vergil was silent a moment as he looked down at the pendant. "He saw her die." He offered mostly because this woman had been dear to Dante, she deserved to know what drove him, but deep in Vergil is something between a slow boil anger and guilt. He's always blamed himself for Eva's death because he had not been home when she died, if he had been maybe she would have live, maybe he wouldn't have been seperated from Dante. A life lived to avenge a mind full of maybes.

He sat the necklace aside on the table. "Unlike Nelo Angelo, I remember everything, even his years as the one living in my form. And I have no doubts about Sparda. Nelo ANgelo was created by Mundus as a means to keep me repressed so he could have a means to scare his legion back into submission. Imagine having the son of your enemy at your command, what that would do for morale?" He wasn't pleased but he saw the logic.