The walk wasn't that far, but given it was already getting dark there seemed to be no lights, and Vergil hadn't figured out the fine art of candle making so his house across the bridge and down the way was as dark as his heart.

"I suppose, do I look like I have ever been camping Dante?" He looked to his brother a moment, as a sad thought crossed his mind... his brother had such a hard life. How many nights had he slept under underpasses or in abandoned buildings? Never, Vergil hoped.

"..." He gave his brother a flat look a moment as they started over the bridge to head towards the mill. "Luckily no, each home is equipted with working plumbing, but no power. There is a furnace, I have already gotten that functioning so we have hot water in the bathroom and heat if we needed it... but no lights." He wasn't sure his brother really wanted to come with him, but even in the twilights darkness it was easy to see the house they were apporching was light blue with red brick.

Inside was fully furnished but lacked personal touches. Like furnature was there but no pictures or anything, Just some a book on the table as Vergil lead them inside heading through the darkness towards the kitchen at the back.