You were Dante, Vergil's younger brother, you had been turned back to a child, especially 8 years old due to some demon dousing you in some sort of chemicals, you were upset since Vergil wouldn't let you go out and out fight! Since you were a child again but you knew you were capable of fighting because, well...just because you're better than Vergil! Yeah!, but your clothes didn't fit you anymore, your shirt and jacket were hanging off your shoulders.

Vergil, on the other hand, was having now of this as he sat on the floor in front of you, running a hand through his slicked back hair, and his blue eyes were piercing through you to intimidate you, and you being a child were mostly intimidate, that's when Vergil spoke up in his cold voice.

"Enough, nonsense Dante, you can not fight in this form. You're merely but a child. Plus. Pull your pants back up they can barely fit you. We'll have to find you some suitable clothes."

Sure, Vergil hated you and all, but since you were like this, all vulnerable and couldn't fight, he knew he would have to protect you. So he spoke up again.

"Just stay close to me, Dante, we need to make it to the Devil May Cry office. Maybe someone else would know what to do."

Vergil stood holding the Yamato close, and he started to walk with you, making sure you were following along. After all, he couldn't leave you like this, his little brother, a child again.