[It's not the existence of Dante holding any sort of positive regard for their father that pulls Vergil's gaze back to his twin. Regardless of how much in the forefront Dante's resentments towards Sparda often is, Vergil knows by virtue of his own previously held resentment towards Eva that it's not so straightforward as that. Resentment like that is only born after a great love and admiration was betrayed, but it does not inherently mean the total destruction of it. For as much as Vergil resented Eva for not saving him and when it deepened all the further to discover his brother lived, no amount of anger or hatred towards her could unmake his contrary feelings. But Vergil is surprised to hear Dante acknowledge it aloud, particularly to him of all people.]

[He looks back down to his plate again, expression slightly pinched as he holds back the swell of emotion that Dante dances away from in his own way.]

[Oh, Vergil is angry and remains so when it comes to using their mother as she had been during the trial. But he misses her. He misses her, and he misses their father. And he hates that there is still yet this foolish, childish wish that somehow their family could have somehow come out of everything unscathed. Vergil draws a breath though because it is as he said to Trish. He has no desire to dwell in the past, to hopelessly wish for things that cannot be. Their parents are dead, and they are not the children they once were. The only thing there is now is what's directly in front of Vergil, and that's where he'd prefer to put his energy.]

[Vergil smiles faintly at Dante.]

I wouldn't be able to tell it was your first time making it. [Vergil taps a bit of the burnt edge on his piece as with the prongs of his fork and lightly teases,] Maybe a little less time in the oven and try to wear less of it next time, but you did well, little brother.