He knew he was getting under Vergil's skin, he could taste his brother's need to hear the words and he kept to a unruffled calm that belayed the rising tension in his chest. The rejection hurt just as sharply as when Vergil rejected him the last time. His fists itched and he made it a point to keep them in his pockets.

"Yeah, you proved that." Despite his casualness, his tone and expression was darker and heavier. Vergil was supposed to have been his partner. It was going to be them against the world. It wasn't supposed to be brother against brother. He felt betrayed.

But he still cared.

"Doesn't matter that I ran you through. I wish you hadn't made me. I didn't want to."