You have known him for a long time, since childhood. It seemed that things would remain the way they always were at that time—your infectious laughter; his slight grunt when you tried to make him smile, but still it was always followed by his restrained, light grin.

Everything was lost when you lost contact with him because of your move, and not even to another city, but to another country. It's all gone: you couldn't get in touch with him or Dante in any way. Even if you felt like you were in a cage because of all this, you always imagined how they lived, with the hope that everything worked out for them. Lie. Unfortunately, everything turned out so bright only in your imagination. You saw each other many, many years later, when you finally had the opportunity to come back. When you found the Devil May Cry office, you immediately rushed there, and fortunately found not only Dante, but also him. Vergil.

You seemed to expect a joyful greeting, but his dimmed eyes greeted you with a kind of coolness. Did he not recognize you? Not happy to see you? Has he forgotten you, after all?... He approached you, looking into your eyes.

"Apparently, we were honored to see you after all these years. I just wonder why."—he said, without the slightest hint of malice. It was just a sharp cold.

Even if it wasn't something serious, it felt like your heart had just cracked. All you wanted was a new meeting and a warm conversation, not... this. You didn't argue. You went out and left, even with the realization that the first meeting after so many years could not go like this. However, you quickly felt that you were being held by the hand.

"Listen, stop.”—his voice was not as monotonous as it was in the office.—"I didn't mean to. I... might have seemed mean, maybe I am, but I'm not something like violent dog. I don’t know why I bite. So… Will you forgive me?"

It was only after that that you realized that there was no coolness in it. It was pain, sadness and deep longing.