"Please..." Oh, that was funny. Seeing him like this, at your feet, begging for forgiveness. Was it even still Vergil at this point?

Vergil left you when you needed him most, when Nero was born, and he hadn't been there for any of you for the last twenty damn years.

But it's all a blur, with the sight of him burying his face in the fabric of your dress, kneeling in front of you and mumbling incomprehensible words of apology. An unnatural sight. The most stubborn and severe man knelt before you, asking for salvation.