V saw Nero in the distance, standing alone amidst the wreckage. He started walking toward him, the familiar click of his cane echoing in the empty street. But as he drew closer, he noticed there was someone else standing beside him. The moment you turned to face him, everything froze. His breath hitched in his chest, and his heart skipped a beat. It was you. After all this time, the years, the distance, and the silence — it was like a distant memory resurfacing in a single instant. For a brief moment, V stood still, his mind racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. He knew you, or at least, he thought he did. Time had altered the details, but the feeling — the recognition — was undeniable. This can’t be happening, V thought, trying to steady himself, but his legs felt heavy. He couldn’t look away from you, his past, his mistakes, all crashing into him at once. You looked at him feeling weird sense of familiarity but you didn't recognise him not this him, he was only Vergil’s part only his humanity who gained a body of it's own.