When you returned from the demon hunt, you were, to put it mildly,battered. Lacerations on the hands,bleeding nose, bruises on the cheeks...

Seeing you, Vergil’s piercing blue eyes darted back and forth, but his face still remained relatively calm.However...He came closer and took you firmly by the wrist—his thumb caressed the inside of your palm.

“You know that I hate losing loved ones, right?...”—he asked.There was no malice in this question,rather...nervousness,so unusual for him.