Before writing this drabble, I was RPing with a Vergil; he and Shiro had fought for Yamato and she'd given it back to him at the end. A month down the line, she approached him again to ask for Yamato to take on this trip - she had to trade Red Queen for it.

And for the love of everything, can you all PLEASE read my profile before sending me messages about Shiro? EVERYTHING is explained there.

Credo

It hadn't changed much since she'd left; they had rebuilt most of the town when Dante had gone and she was glad to see it was still intact. It was a good sign; it proved they could manage without her and she didn't have to feel so guilty about leaving.

It was still so picturesque; she could make out the opera house in the middle of the town and the castle in the distance looming over them all.

Fortuna. Home.

Or as close to home as it was ever going to get.

Shiro strolled into the town, keeping to the back streets to avoid the stares of the citizens - to avoid word getting back to Kyrie that she was around. The church was on the far end of town, where the demonic forest once stood during the attack; the graveyard was much larger than the church itself - a reminder of how many people had actually been killed that day.

She followed the gravel path to a statue overlooking the whole yard; he was the highest ranking of the knights and most loyal to the Order of the Sword - of course he'd get a statue. Blue eyes studied it awkwardly before she sat; pausing to gather her thoughts.

"…Credo," she muttered, looking down at the ground before gazing up at him. He stood tall, proud, with his hand resting on his trusty sword; his gaze covered the large open space. He would watch over the people, even in death.

"You're probably pissed at me for leaving Kyrie behind, but I wouldn't do that if I didn't think the Order couldn't take care of her…" she trailed off. "Actually, if what I saw in my dream is true…you're pissed at me for even being here talking to you."

She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched the bringer.

"If you were alive I'd ask you everything in person, but since you're not I have to go back to that nut job's lab - I know the answers are there, I just-"

Movement to her right. Shiro turned her head to see one of the scarecrow demons stumbling out of the bushes and instinctively reached for Red Queen, only to grab air.

She traded the sword for Yamato.

No problem. She rose to her feet and the bringer glowed a soft blue; the katana appeared in her hand and with a strong swing the scarecrow was sliced cleanly in two. Shiro studied the blade for a second; she'd never used it outside of her trigger before - she could see why Vergil was reluctant to let it go.

Voices in the distance pulled her from admiring the sword and she turned her head back to the statue.

"You may have hated me - I'll never know that for sure - but with Nero's memories…I'll always think the best of you."

Her gaze lingered for a moment longer and she slipped away before the knights arrived.