It would take a lot more than will to get Dante to back down from his own will but Vergil's explanation was satisfactory for now, to a point. Dante would just have to keep an eye on him. His arms dropped back down.

"They did a shitty job of healin' you then." Turning around, Dante started walking again. In the wrong direction.

"With what? A fork? Do they have forks?" He rolled his eyes. "Don't take over any civilizations and I won't start sharpening sticks."