For as long as you had known Dante, you had never seen the man cry or, well, show any sort of negative emotion such as sadness or anger; he always donned a mask of cockiness and faced every situation he got himself into with a smirk.

Which is why when you answered the door to the sight of a saddened Dante, you were confused and concerned.

"Hey, can I come in?" He asks, his usual loud and boisterous voice replaced with a barely audible one as the normally confident and cocky man gives you a small ‘I need to talk to you, and it isn’t fun’ look.

Naturally, like the good friend you are, you allow him into your place. Nodding in thanks, he walks over to your couch and plants himself on it with you sitting opposite him; silence is all there is for around half a minute before the demon hunter opens his mouth.

"Sorry for showing up unannounced; I just needed someone to talk to." Dante apologizes, a fake chuckle escaping his throat before it turns into a sigh. You swear you see his eyes dampen the slightest.

"I was on a job, right? Nothing too serious, clear out an area full of fodder demons, well after doing it, I-I..." Closing his eyes, as if to hide them from you, he mutters.

"I saw him, and we fought."

It takes you a few moments to realize who he is, but when you figure it out, your eyes widen slightly in understanding.

Vergil, his twin brother.

Dante had told you about his childhood long ago, how he and Vergil had been separated as kids after their mother had died, and how he had never stopped looking for his older brother.

"And well...."

Your eyes stay trained on him as he opens his own and returns his gaze to you once more, the look he’s giving you being one of pure exhaustion and hurt.

"He kicked my ass. But that part didn't bother me; what he said after did."