"Let me see your face." Vergil demands, lifting your chin gently so he can look at you. Your eyes were a little swollen and red, indicating that you had been crying. He sighs, pulling away and running a hand through his hair.

"It's Dante again, isn't it?" He says. In Vergil's eyes, Dante was just a womanizing scoundrel, who couldn't see the incredible woman he had in front of him. "What did I say? Stay away from guys like him. You'll only end up getting hurt."