[Vergil doesn't know exactly what to say to that, and he supposes that's likely part of the point. Dante isn't exactly an open book about most things, but when it comes to everything that happened with Mundus and Mallet Island... Vergil doesn't fault him for wanting the conversation to stop. He lets it go and says nothing for a long moment. Even after hearing Dante flop on his bed, Vergil says nothing. Not even a remark about keeping his boots off the bed or barking at him to be mindful of his drink. The silence this time feels less companionable than it did before. Heavier and suffocating almost when he thinks about it.]

[Vergil looks down at the book in his lap fishing for something to say, but comes up short. He folds his arms uncomfortably before slowly looking back up towards the balcony again. The silence stretches on for a moment or two longer before Vergil finally breaks it with a huff that almost borders on a laugh.]

You know, [he says, looking over in the direction of his bed,] I don't even know where my Relic is anymore. I left it in the nightstand, but it wasn't there when I looked after everything returned to normal.