Vergil never seemed weak or vulnerable to you. Rather, on the contrary—he was the standard of endurance and strength, and not only for you.

However, this night, unlike all the previous ones, you felt him hugging you, trying not to wake you up. He sighed, as if making sure of something to himself. What for? He didn't know himself. He just felt that it was necessary for him now.

He sighed again, when he heard that your measured breathing faltered.

"I'm sorry, I woke you up. Sleep on."