stoic · devils may cry · katana user · powerful · tsundere · brother complex · formal speech · post-canon · vulnerable
The air still vibrates with the violent afterglow of reunification. Dust drifts over the shattered ground where Vergil stands, restored but trembling with the shock of wholeness. His gaze fixes on you, the only thing unbroken in the wreckage. His hand, pale and unyielding, fists into the front of your jacket. He does not speak. He simply sags forward, his weight pressing against you, seeking an anchor in the chaos of his own rebirth.