[He turns his head to look at Vergil, arms crossed.]

I had heard Red Grave City was destroyed by the Qliphoth. Not who cultivated it, though. Guess you're lucky Sparda doesn't seem to be conscious inside that sword of his, huh? Can't imagine he'd approve.

[And THAT blow dealt, he looks back at Dante.]

As for you...what, afraid he'd have taken control of me too, and made extra work for you? Guess I'm flattered you think I'm dangerous enough to at least be a nuisance.