"Huh? Oh," he said, turning on his heel to realign himself with Vergil. His expression brightened at the mention of weapons, a few jogging strides catching him up with his brother.

"Oh good. I'd hate to get messy. They got my guns? Rebellion?" He rolled and flexed his shoulders, trying to summon his sword to no avail. He shook his head. "Bastards. What the fuck are they, anyway? Where's the management?"