012 [VOICE]
[Vergil is silent for several moments, before there's a sound of leather slapping against a hard surface, and it's obviously done in anger.]
You dare bring me this.
[There's another pause, longer than the first. But Vergil's anger is almost a hum over it, and can no doubt be felt.]
You dare show me this, and throw it in my face. You dare. His blood still stains it, even now.
Gods you may be, but gods fall eventually.