At first Vergil tried to violently yank himself out of Dante's hold on his shoulder, but all that did was adgentate whatever it was.

"Psychosomatic..." He growled through his teeth. He truly believed in was all in his head. It made the most amount of sense. Everything he's heard or read here people arrive in sound heath. Even with the cursing it hurt deep inside in more than his heart hearing what sounded like his other half giving a shit. Something he once claimed not to do.

"Ignore it... it will stop." And yet he held the spot a moment longer forcing himself to breath, his eyes shifting up to Dante as he was still in his way. "Stop looking at me like that. I will not break so easy." A silent we are brothers after all was left unspoken. Dante was tough, so wouldn't he be as well.