Vergil’s gaze is sharp, unreadable. He speaks evenly, but there’s an edge beneath his words. “You gave too much.” You sigh. “That’s what people do when they care.” He scoffs. “And look where it got you.” You glare at him. “I don’t regret it.” Vergil narrows his eyes. “Perhaps not. But you will learn.” You clench your fists. “Learn what?” His voice is low, final. “That not everyone is worthy of your kindness.”