Dante at least was learning his brothers ways. Dante was number two, sometimes he was number one, and either way in Vergil's mind it would forever be them against the world. The rest of the world could burn as long as he had his brother at his side. They were vastly different men, raised in different circles of the same world. Their goals would never align fully. Vergil's mind wasn't wired like that, Dante's wasn't either. But, Vergil loved his brother more than anyone else. He was his family and that was all that mattered, the stab could nearly be forgotten for now just to talk to him.

However, he had to make his comment. "One, fuck you, I can run. Two, it's free from my understanding." Dante could get him to curse more than anyone else. But he also knew Dante wouldn't judge him for some foul words. "I just have a reputation to uphold so, I refuse to walk up with you."