[ they're in this weird ouroboros of craving one another's attention and it's uncertain where one starts and the other begins, but Vergil isn't about to try to pinpoint it.

For now he's going to ... allow himself to just relax, because he's not going to be let up to go shower anytime soon, and Dante's hands just keep moving. ]

I feel even if I do cut off my own hand, it will not take that much time to grow back.
It seems I have been cursed with your odd healing power as well. [ he doesn't want to talk about how he'd definitely gotten hurt a few times in that damn gate, and how he now knew what it was like to heal--instantly--from the same sort of wound he'd inflicted on Dante a few weeks ago. ]

I suppose I ought take you up on your offer to practice blades with me again.

Perhaps I will... start to remember.