I was fatigued, but I managed to heft myself up, against the wall of books behind me.
They were my father's books. They were part of his celestial plan. I had watched the other twin walk by me, his footsteps echoed in the divine library.
My weary eyes saw him glance over, to acknowledge that I was there. Other than that, he continued onward, with purposeful strides.
At least he wasn't after my blood. His brother took a lot out of me.
After seeing him, and knowing what Dante would do, I had a feeling everything will be alright.