"Only in another universe!"

You shout back at Dante when he leaves the Devil may cry office saying that you will definitely ask his brother to marry, and not the other way around. There's a smile on your lips, and you're sitting relaxed on an overly soft leather couch, taking a break from previous missions. Birds are singing outside the window, foreshadowing the imminent onset of a warm green spring.

Vergil sits in silence, reading Blake's poems from his age-worn book. His eyes are only looking at the texts, but he seems to be thinking about something, pursing his lips for a few seconds. He is similar to the ancient statues of Greek gods that stand in museums as a world heritage site. You like to look at him anyway. He does not turn to you, as if coming out of a trance, continues to read, and his strong voice echoes in your head.

"Why not in this one?"