A smile doesn't quite manifest itself on Vergil's face, but there's something that sparks and brightens in his own blue eyes that speaks of his approval and perhaps even a bit of anticipatory excitement. This man isn't Dante and he won't put up nearly as much of an opposition to Vergil as Dante would, but he's... He's far more than Vergil would have anticipated he might find after his run-ins with the others also trapped in this library at any rate. Hopefully, he thinks, he won't find himself disappointed. The swordsman hopefully will apply a bit of that tenacity and doggedness he uses in seeking out his revenge to not give up too easily once he realizes just what it is to fight against a Son of Sparda even in the context of sparring.
The clock strikes its fourth and final hour. Vergil gives no signs of outward relief when he sees the clock carry on with its movements as though nothing out of the ordinary about the passage of time it was meant to track ever occurred, but even as an avid reader, he's had enough of this library.
"I believe we are finally permitted to part ways," he says, rising to his feet. He lingers only for a moment longer to say, "My name is Vergil."
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A smile doesn't quite manifest itself on Vergil's face, but there's something that sparks and brightens in his own blue eyes that speaks of his approval and perhaps even a bit of anticipatory excitement. This man isn't Dante and he won't put up nearly as much of an opposition to Vergil as Dante would, but he's... He's far more than Vergil would have anticipated he might find after his run-ins with the others also trapped in this library at any rate. Hopefully, he thinks, he won't find himself disappointed. The swordsman hopefully will apply a bit of that tenacity and doggedness he uses in seeking out his revenge to not give up too easily once he realizes just what it is to fight against a Son of Sparda even in the context of sparring.
The clock strikes its fourth and final hour. Vergil gives no signs of outward relief when he sees the clock carry on with its movements as though nothing out of the ordinary about the passage of time it was meant to track ever occurred, but even as an avid reader, he's had enough of this library.
"I believe we are finally permitted to part ways," he says, rising to his feet. He lingers only for a moment longer to say, "My name is Vergil."