Much as Vergil feels the urge to be dismissive of that notion that V won't remain in the cavern, he keeps whatever comment he might make to himself. For one, it would be just senseless lashing out at one that bears no real responsibility for his presence in Folkmore beyond his consent. For another, would that not just be a form of self-doubt in the end? For as much as Vergil finds V's current state to be disgraceful if not outright repulsive, Vergil is never one to doubt himself. He's exerted his own will far beyond limits for him to so readily doubt V. Especially when he knows it was this exact crumbling flesh that ultimately saved him.

So, while Vergil cannot claim to predict when their paths should cross again, or if V will ever make an appearance at his home in Epiphany, he cannot say with confidence this is the last they will see of one another or that V will never leave the cavern.

Vergil glances over his shoulder at V. There is probably a degree to which Vergil should take responsibility for V, and he ought to be the one to offer to help V out of the cavern to the world beyond it. He made the decision, after all, to no longer banish and exile those parts of himself he once viewed as weak and useless. Why should that only apply on a more philosophical level when those parts are integrated with him and not in a tangible form with this living, breathing form? Vergil's frown deepens. There's much the two of them perhaps ought to discuss even now at this juncture. But Vergil, frankly, does not possess the patience for it now. This meeting alone has been agitating enough.

"Do not disappoint me."

He provides no clarification what he means by that statement. To do so would be a waste of time and breath when the one he's speaking to knows his mind as well as he does. V will either understand it immediately and implicitly, or with enough reflection gather the meaning. So, Vergil merely leaves it there before looking ahead and stepping away from V.