It's very funny to me (and sad) how Dante and Vergil lack any and all communication.
8 y/o dante in a closet: my house burned down and the demons said the whole family is dead but maybe vergil is still alive please still be alive
8 y/o vergil outside his burning house, undergoing a psychotic break: aight imma head out and leave everything behind. my whole life is now dedicated to killing everything that ever hurt me or threatened to hurt me—
8 y/o dante, looking for vergil in the wreckage: he's not here he's not here is he dead is he dead he's dead he's dead he's dead
8 y/o vergil 1 block away: –or thought about hurting me or looked like it might hurt me or–
10 YEARS LATER
dante, seeing his presumed dead brother alive and well and raising a tower from hell to kill millions of humans in a ritual for power: :0
vergil: sup bro. this ain't about you, walk away.
dante: bro wtf you can't just—how are you even alive rn
vergil: on second thought *stabby stab*
dante: ouch bro
vergil: get good. *fucks off*
dante:
dante: wait he might be onto something *stabs himself*
