The Devil May Cry was silent for the duration of Dante's departure, but that didn't mean it was empty.

The various demon weaponry hung on the walls were actually communicating with each other, but they did so silently.

A small telepathic web was woven into the shop's air, undetectable to humans and barely noticeable to Dante himself. Demons were able to senses the telepathic web, but only Devil Arms could truly effect the web.

Nevan and Alastor were by far the most talkative of the Devil Arms.

'Alastor, have you met Dante's brother?'

Nevan asked, her telepathic image sparking with electricity. Alastor also sparked in reply.

'No, but I have heard of him. Is he strong like Dante?'

'Not exactly. He is handsome, but not absolute like Dante. Is it quite ironic actually.'

'How so?'

'Vergil likes to imitate the image of power and control, somewhat like Sparda over there.'

The Devil Sword in question sent a wave of warning to Nevan. It was unable to perceive the difference between an insult and compliment, and was incapable of communication as well due to it's incomplete connection to the web.

Nevan ignored Sparda's warning and continued to speak to Alastor, who was listening intently.

'But Vergil is actually quite a bit weaker than Dante. He was more equal with Dante before now.'

'How is Vergil weaker than Dante? They are brothers correct?'

'Ah, but there is the problem with humans Alastor, dear. Humans do not retain their strength like we demons do, but they fluctuate in strength depending on their use of their strengths. Vergil did not accept his humanity, and became weaker as a result.'

It was then Beowulf decided to chime in to the conversation. Ifrit grumbled in it's sleep, thanks to the volume at which Beowulf spoke.

'It is true that Vergil was equal with Dante when I was defeated, but Dante has greatly increased in power since that time. Even I respect the son of that filth Sparda.'

Sparda sent another warning out, this time directed at Beowulf imstead of Nevan.

'Sparda dear, you cannot physically stop us from talking about you, so please calm yourself.'

Sparda was however, able to decipher when it was wrong in it's actions. The Demon Sword sent out a message of apology before falling silent.

'How similar is Vergil to Dante?'

Alastor asked, still interested in the older Sparda brother. Sparda itself was familiar with Dante and Vergil, but retained little of his former personality.

'Alastor dear, what comes to your mind when you think of the opposite of Dante?'

Nevan asked, her telepathic image now radiating laziness, a trait that she had picked up from her demon slaying master.

Alastor took a few minutes to focus on the image and think about it. As lightning weapons, neither he nor Nevan had the virtue of patience.

'I imagine a man in a blue coat, just as arrogant but much more collected.'

Nevan sent out a message of congratulation, with the picture of her human form clapping her hands.

'Ding ding! You are incredibly accurate Alastor my dear! Vergil is quite what you described.'

Alastor emitted a feeling of smugness upon hearing the praise, making many of the other Devil Arms roll their metaphorical eyes.

The weapons continued their conversations about the two Sparda brothers, giving a strange lively feeling to the air of the Devil May Cry.

-Transition-

The air of the Devil May Cry buzzed as Dante set down Vergil on the couch before disappearing into the bathroom.

The weapons readily cast their telepathic gaze on the new arrival, with each of them giving their evaluation of Vergil.

'This is Vergil?'

'Indeed it is Alastor, dear. He is still as dreamy as I remember him being when he passed through my room.'

The weapons gave a collective sigh at Nevan's usual flirtatious words. Gilgamesh was the one to speak next.

Though it's speech was equal to Mesopotamian cuneiform, making most of the other weapons give a confused stare at Gilgamesh.

Ifrit, who shared a display with both Gilgamesh and Beowulf translated for Gilgamesh.

'He says that Vergil is not as impressive as he thought he would be.'

Pandora, the suitcase Devil Arm spoke next.

'I like him. He is just my type.'

'Pandora dear, you have a mind for uptight business people. When will you finally go for a fun man?'

Pandora huffed at Nevan's words.

"Dante counts, doesn't he?'

'Oh my, you're starting to sound like Patty, dear Pandora.'

'Be quiet!'

While the two female weapons continued to bicker, the male Devil Arms continued their evaluations.

'Beowulf, how does Vergil fight compared to Dante?'

'He is quick and precise. He killed me before I realized he had attacked. Even when he was wielding me he was precise with his strikes.'

Alastor nodded in response to the answer, and Gilgamesh stared intently at the Sparda brother.

It was then Dante emerged from the bathroom with a first aid kit in hand. The weapons watched as Dante removed Vergil's upper clothing and began bandaging his wounds.

Nevan licked her lips upon sight of Vergil's muscled features while Pandora lost all focus on the conversation she was having, completely enamored with the half devil.

Dante radiated a feeling of relief and worry at the same time. Sparda began to emit a comforting feeling directed at the younger half devil.

Dante froze as the feeling reached him. He then slowly turned around, gazing at the Devil Arm.

"Dad?"

The weapons went silent as the event took place, removing the buzzing from the air of the shop.

What resulted was a quiet room filled only by the ragged breathing of the wounded Sparda brother.

Upon hearing no answer, Dante shrugged and returned to bandaging Vergil's wounds.

Lucifer promptly gave a look to Sparda.

'Way to go, old man. You ruined the mood.'