V's presence was probably the best period in your life. A romantic boy with jet-black hair and a sweet voice, as if he came out of a sixteenth-century poem. All thin, lanky and elusive, almost ghostly... V managed to attract your attention and become a significant part not only of your time, but also of yourself.

But with Urizen's death, your V also died. In his place came the cold, detached and withdrawn Vergil.

He looked at you with contempt and disgust, considering you nothing more than scum in his way. His feelings for you were a manifestation of his human nature, which he wanted to get rid of again.

"I have memories of you," Vergil muttered reluctantly, as soon as you finally met at the Devil May Cry agency. "Useless, I must admit..." He snorts arrogantly, crossing his arms over his chest. The corner of his lips twitches in an impudent smile.