Vergil and Dante had always been such polar opposites that those that actually knew both twins and lived would know better than to believe Dante when it came to Vergil. Dante was weak to family, where Vergil was weak to power... In the end to Vergil it was the same thing, the power was to protect what he cared about, Dante had been all that was left despite his number of attempts on his twins life. Now he had no purpose, nothing to do but work and try to be self sufficient.

Hearing Gene's voice, Vergil looked to the other. He seemed more spaced than not. Almost the way Nelo Angelo would get when confused. He was never good with drinking and he oddly felt tipsy but would never admit to it. What was illness to him? Hell he couldn't remember ever getting sick in his years. "Gene." he nodded in return, before shrugging some, his voice a bit slurred. "It's a means of income, why not?"