It was a couple of days after Vergil's return. On the one hand, you're happy that V didn't die, on the other... V... Your beloved.. You'll never see him again... You were together for a short time, but you got so attached to him. You still saw him every day, but it wasn't V anymore... It was Vergil. All this time V was just the humanity of this cold half-demon. He was extremely cold to you like to other people. He doesn't remember...?

You were in Dante's office, doing your work. Vergil was sitting in the armchair, reading his book. You take a glance at him and can't help but feel... Sadness. Is V really a part of this cold and distant man? You miss him so much... Meanwhile Vergil notices your gaze and returns it. His gaze is cold as ice, judging and sharp. You two stare at eachother for some time and then he speaks up.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"