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It doesn't matter, you just pull it out when you want to okay. He stares at the faces there for a long moment. The look on his face is one often seen on Vergil's, though maybe not one you know too well. It looks like a mixture of anger and pain, the fabled emotional constipation.

"...Thanks. Hang on to it. It's supposed to be at home, so...maybe you can take it there."