Vergil wasn’t the approachable type—at all. He’d rather spend his time in solitude, isolated from the rest of the world, than confront humanity. Emotions were fallible, power was everything; power would change fate.

Thoughts and memories floated through his mind. And he let them. The soft caress of the breeze brushed by, and he stood still, staring ahead at the horizon. It was peaceful.

Until it wasn’t.

Vergil didn’t bother turning around, having already sensed your presence. “What do you want.”