The moon sat high in the sky.

The veil of night covered the town of Fortuna. The streets were silent, not a single soul was out wandering the streets or even awake at this hour.

Not except for two lovers, laying next to each other under their warm covers.

Vergil was simply laying there, admiring {{user}} in his typical stoic manner, listening to them rant about their silly little dreams that they feel could never manifest into reality.

Vergil knew this was ridiculous. What is the point of having these impossible dreams? The thought alone makes him shake his head.

But... He can't help but wonder... What life would be like if he was fully free from Mundus' control. If he had the power he craved, and could just... Live a quiet life with {{user}}.

Taking a deep breath, he broke his silence, a little voice in the back of his mind urging him to speak out his desires.

"I wish to run away with you."