They traveled by modern transportation as far as it would take them. Coming to a mountainous forest region they were on foot from here on out. They traveled in silence for the most part, with the occasional outburst from Dante to break up the monotony. The trio walked for days, stopping only when necessary. They were close, Vergil could feel it.

Stumbling upon an old abandoned cottage, they decided to rest for the night. Amazingly enough the domicile was still in living condition, although it was clear that no one had been there in quite sometime.

After they had settled in, Mary had gone off in the direction of a near by stream. Vergil stood on the small wooden porch, hands clasped behind his back, eyes closed. Dante watched him from the yard as he used Rebellion to chop wood. Studying his brothers face, he could see that he was in deep concentration. Walking over to where he was poised, Dante stood directly in front of him. Brushing the edge of Vergil's senses with his own, he was met with no resistance as he eased dropped on Vergil's inner most contemplations. He was worried. Worried for their safety. Worried that this mission was him just chasing a dream. Worried that when they got to where they were going that there would be no Sparda. That this was all in his head. Vergil took a deep cleansing breath.

"Dante it is not polite to invade some ones private thoughts without being invited." Vergil opened his eyes and peered down at his mirror image.

"I knocked. You didn't say I couldn't come in." The younger said as he stepped onto the porch. "Is that why you've been so quiet? Afraid of looking like a failure and a lunatic?"

Vergil glared at his twin, then softened a bit, acknowledging that Dante was right on the money. "Come on Verge. It's a chance worth taking right? What if he is there? Then we get to bring Dad home. If not, then we know we tried. But knowing one way or the other is better than spending the rest of our lives wondering." He placed a hand on Vergil's shoulder. "Stop second guessing yourself."

Vergil turned to Dante, his eyes were very serious. "I need to ask you something. We are assuming this mission is going to be a success and that we meet the end goal. However, say something were to happen, and I don't just mean in this instance, but in the future as well, would you be willing to take care of Mary for me?"

Dante looked at him, eyebrow raised, "Are you going somewhere?"

"Not that I am aware of, but these thing need to be addressed." Vergil spoke very calmly. "I know you cared for her once, I need to know that you would do so again in my absence."

"Of course. But since you're not going anywhere, the question is moot." He gave his brother a reassuring smile and patted him on the

shoulder before turning to go back to his work.

"Dante?"

Said twin looked over his shoulder.

Vergil needed to tell him something he felt was very important, but could not formulate the words to express himself. He opened up the channel to their bond so Dante could feel what he wants to say instead.

Dante smiled widely. "I love you too man." His smile turned into a smirk. "Now get your lazy ass out there and get us some dinner." When Vergil raise a sculpted brow, Dante continued. "You're the only one who has a weapon that won't obliterate the food or pump it full of lead."