Oh...Glory. Does it feel like something in the air itself is just...happy? Lighter. Even despite the scrutiny.

The statue scoffs. "Ahh, back with your tail between your legs. We saw that pathetic display, and now you bring a human to protect you? How disgraceful, son of Sparda."

Those words though, make Vergil wince, words he remembers well. He grabs your hand. "Let's go."