Vergil is nothing like me.

[Dante answers in between sips. Forgive him if he ends up drinking the whole bottle solo. Just talking about that asshole triggers bad memories. He’s still on the metaphorical fence regarding his brother's less than miraculous return but at least he’s free of his ghost.]

That’s probably the easiest way to put it without dragging up a lifetime of hurt. Hell, he doesn’t even wear his hair the same way.

[He grumbles while thinking a little bit about his childhood. Vergil always was a bit of an oddity to Dante. The two of them barely got along as children and they still don’t for various reasons.]

He’s a dangerous guy, Majima. If you see him, let me know. I’ll deal with him.