[ Honestly, Vergil doesn't know that he'll ever get used to the flagrant disrespect Nero throws about so casually. How many times does this make it that the boy has sworn at him? He'll never admit that maybe, just maybe, he's a little bit impressed by it.

Still. More important things to address. So he'll nod, and let the cursing slide this time. ]

That's right. We severed the roots of the Qliphoth, and needed to seal the gate. It had to be done from the other side— [ And there's a pause. He supposes he can... concede some small measure. ] We could only do that because you were there, Nero.

[ But oh. Oh. Very well, Dante. His eyes narrow as he turns to his brother. How dare you. ]

We are deprived of power here; I sought a way to restore it, in order to bring Nero home and ensure that my idiot brother hadn't gotten killed by himself in Hell. I thought I had discovered a way to do so. It... was not.