[What Nero says—that he must find a way to handle those stakes—is the unfortunate reality of their existence. After his mother's death, Vergil spent his life being chased and hunted in some form or fashion. Realistically he knows Dante did not likely fare much better even if he was able to hide for a time. Nero has not known a life like that, but because of the blood that flows in his veins, he knows firsthand what man will do and can correctly speculate on devil. At no point will any of that stop being a fact of their lives. Even if Mundus is no more or places like this can offer a slight reprieve, that's all it ever is. Just a reprieve. But even if that is all true, Vergil wishes he could say otherwise. He wishes that there could be a time where it would not be Nero's concern if he and his loved ones are ever truly safe. But the most Nero can do is be as ready as he can.]

[So, Vergil hums his quiet agreement.]

If either your uncle or I knew how, we would tell you.

[Because Vergil isn't going to pretend as though either one of them have figured it out even now. Of his life that he was himself and in control of it, Vergil spent it largely isolated and alone. As a child, he did not fully reject the help of strangers out of recognition there were simply things an eight year old could not accomplish on his own. But he never stayed. He took what he needed and he left again and again until Beatrice, and he hadn't possessed the courage by then to stay with her. As for Dante, he has friends. The people that he trusts above all the others as far as Vergil can tell are Lady and Trish, but those are bonds he forged in hardship and tragedy. Those are not people he found for himself and connected with. He would be just as alone as Vergil otherwise.]

But you do not need to figure it out on your own. Dante and I will not allow what was taken from us to be taken from you.