It is just a feeling. Faint and fleeting. Ever constant. Hope. Dante is alive and Vergil will do whatever it takes to find him. If only he can find him.

Dante…

Vergil can only imagine the instructions mother must have imparted to Dante before her death. Run, and hide by whatever means necessary. He had done so, remarkably well, leaving no trace for Vergil to follow.

Dante, my brother, where are you?

He has searched far and wide for Dante, despite having no clues to go on. Nothing but this feeling. It is admittedly frustrating at times, this surety that he has deep in his soul when there is no evidence to support it.

Even if it is only for a moment, Dante, just once…

Vergil tightens his grip on Yamato's hilt, ignoring the humans that have stopped to stare at him, and swiftly moves down the street. Searching Fortuna has proven fruitless. The city-state that their father had once ruled over had been one of the few places he could go to that seemed feasible enough for Dante to be at on this side of the globe.

Could he have made it to Vie de Marli? It is a safe haven for ones such as them, and Vergil knows that they would gladly welcome a son of Sparda into their midst. The idea is a sound one and they were taught to be resourceful, even if Vie de Marli is a lot farther away than he is comfortable traveling. He needs to return to Redgrave City first to prepare for such a trip and then…

Wait for me, Dante.