[He listens, quietly, as Vergil tells the story. He understands, and it feels unfair, not giving him the sword. But the Banshee Queen is not Vergil's Warden, and he can see that Vergil's hanging by a thread, here. Besides, 'saving a life' doesn't always mean the same thing.

He frowns a little at the mention of 'Hanzo'-- does he mean the Sengoku-era samurai? Somehow he doubts it, so he just shakes his head.] I don't know him like that.

[He sighs a little, idly touching the chair's armrest where he stands next to it] You're right. We don't know each other that well. But I have to take this responsibility.