He was disheveled, his hair a mess, in dirty clothes, he looked tired and his hands were visible and had small wounds from working with them. A far cry from the egotist demon he had been when she met him or when he betrayed them. The fact he was leaning much like Dante spoke a lot to. A few weeks had done him a lot of good.

"We were. Closer than I allow most." A fact he worried about admitting to her, but what harm did it do now? Vergil the millionaire, was another side of the dice of his life, before Dante, he wold have called Kat his only true friend, but he couldn't let her in to close. The door was locked, but it nearly opened for her.

He didn't want to starve, and he didn't want to be hated. Helping the village was honestly the best course he saw. "I wish... I am terrible at it. Without my ablities I am not quite as strong as one might expect of a man of my age. "But I am trying, I must do something to fill the days and keep busy after all. There is no internet here." He tried to sound more selfish.