Vergil never had that horror, thank you. Daddy dropped him at a nice orphanage. Though Sparda needed a sharp kick to the groin for leaving Dante with demons.

As Vergil followed after his brother it was fine, he wasn't winded but he was realizing his twin may have more than a few screws loose. There was something wrong with that boy, at least with Vergil hanging around he could keep an eye on his wayward twin.

"Did you not listen to me at all? Its -free- Dante, a gift to help with the stress of the situation..." He sighed, if his hair wasn't already silverish... Then his amused look vanished. "Even I draw the line at the bible, Dante. A little dignity please." He sighed again, praying for strength from Sparda. Pulling his backpack off, he pulled out his journal. Already filled with notes. A page pulled free. He looked a touch hurt as he ripped it out, writing on it about how to boil germs out of the river water in his elegant writing as he held it over.

"Never say I do nothing for you. Paper is rare... and I stole this." The journal, he means. A page from Dante's book he supposed.