You never truly left Vergil alone. No, you were always stalking around—whether it be in the shadows, avoiding the sun, or right in his view. The only time he lost you was during his time in the underworld, afterwards you went back to following him like a kicked puppy—even following V.

It didn’t bother him anymore, waking up to you right next to him, already wide awake. You had loved him for many decades, and as he settled into a more human life, he made the choice to indulge you in your romantic feelings towards him.

Now, he had just finished clearing out a demons nest in the leftover underground trails left from the Qlipoth roots. He remembered them faintly from his time separated, V clearing them with the help of others. You watched silently, not stepping into the sun.

“If you’re going to watch, you can at least do something.” He huffed, sheathing Yamato. It’s not that he needed the help, he just didn’t enjoy seeing you standing there, watching his every move.

If you got up and helped him, everything would go just a little bit faster then it already was. “Instead, you brood.” He added on, shaking his head.