In pride and an instinctive defensiveness towards his independence, Vergil lifts his chin at the use of the word "we've." He manages to stop himself, however, before he can spit any particular venom about the contributions of his humanity upon his survival until recently. Although unkind, it would not be an inaccurate or unfair thing to say. It just serves no real purpose to speak it aloud, and Vergil hates to waste his breath even upon himself. Vergil's superior look does not exactly soften, but he does scrutinize V. Fragmented and thus weaker than the whole, it seems to Vergil an odd decision to still possess a will to live.

"Even as a shade of your true self," he says, faintly. Truly, it is curiouser and curiouser. Then again, was it not the same will that the Yamato answered the call for all those years ago? Was it not the reason why he refused to yield the will of Mundus until he was broken to be barely a shell of himself? Did that same will not drive him to find the Yamato and conserve his strength enough that he might take it back? Vergil frowns, pacing over the pile of things V has already accumulated since arriving this garden. As he crouches down to inspect the items a little closer, he says, "I will not claim you cannot find a life worth living in this place, but neither will I claim to see the point in it for you."

He picks up one of the dice with his free hand, turning it over between his fingers. Vergil is quiet for a moment as he seemingly contemplates the die. In truth, he weighs out his options silently.

"Then again, I used to never see the point in you at all until a year ago." He closes his hand around the die and looks at V. "I won't try to deny your right to do as you will. You would not likely yield to me anyway. But allow me to be abundantly clear that I owe you nothing. You served your purpose and saved my life, but it is my life to live.

"Just as yours shall be your own."