( He's lost track of how long he's been wandering — figures he'll just have to maybe fall from the damn island and cross his fingers the impact doesn't give him more than a couple bruises. He's been impaled and injured by how many demons over the years? Should be a piece of cake... doesn't mean he enjoys it though.

It takes him a second or two to really realize his brother is here, but. When he spots him, his steps slow and he just stands there. Staring. Watching the way his brother so effortlessly slips out of his own demonic skin and makes his way towards him — catches that expression there on his face and, as if instinct, he lowers his gaze.

When the touch comes to his arm, he looks over to his brother's hand — hears the concern there in his voice as he asks if he's hurt. Taking a second for himself, he shakes his head. Just... needs a second to figure out what to say here now. Not because he didn't think Vergil would just leave him here. But because he didn't really think his brother would get the message, never mind in a relatively timely manner. )

I want to go home. But I don't feel like falling from the island and hoping I don't go kersplat on the ground.

( He still doesn't look up to Vergil as he says that, his voice seeming tired. )

Sorry.