Vergil stepped back through the portal to Sparda, the weight of the last few hours' events resting silently on his shoulders. From Nyx's unexpected visit to the information Seris provided about the Outer Sepulcher, the conversation with Pandora, and the meeting with Freya, Hela, and Hercules... his mind had barely rested for a single moment. For the first time in a long while, he didn't want to think about Helheim, Tartarus, or wars between pantheons.
He just wanted to see his mother.
It was a simple thought.
Almost childish.
Ever since Sepphirothy had fully regained her sanity, those small moments where they simply talked—without discussing battles—had become surprisingly important to him. She was one of the few people whose presence could truly quiet his mind for a few minutes.
Maybe some tea.
Maybe just sitting there, listening to her complain about one of the women in the castle.
Anything would do.
He walked through the castle's long corridors with a calm stride.
