It's when Virgil looks at Mel that everything starts to make sense again. Like the disjointed nightmare that is Aperture Science could be made whole through the determination in her eyes. The portal gun on her arm is her weapon, and she is like the biblical angels, glowing and pure, casting her light even on the scarring of his face.
She doesn't flinch to look at him, to touch him, leaning over to touch his shoulder in reassurance. Her red lips set and her brow furrows. Nothing makes her flinch.
She's so close. He could kiss her if he tried.
