@combicry: so you changed your mind about it?
Vergil kept his back to Dante with Yamato in front of him, one hand over the other on top of the hilt. The signature stance he took when calm and collected. There was no smile on his face, not even a glimmer of one he used to get when he saw his brother. That sort of excitement had been long gone since Dante tried to kill him. Now, there was only anger. They type that boiled in his veins silently, waiting to be unleashed at the opportune moment.
"Is that what you were hoping for?" he asked softly, not even turning his head to get a glimpse of the other, "Or were you hoping to finally join me?"














