[ V knows it's a terrible story. He'd be a different person if he hadn't been left to die in the shadow of Vergil's overweening pride and ambition. He doesn't tell the story to eke sympathy out of people though. He only ever tells it when he feels like someone needs to understand. What he's trying to explain is different each time. Sometimes it's to explain his relentless loneliness, sometimes his inexplicable inexperience, and sometimes it's to explain his deep insecurities about existing here at all.

Maybe it's all of those reasons, talking to Klaus now. ]

It influences my opinion of myself.

[ He hesitates for a moment, but he stops stirring the tea in favor of turning his hand to rest his fingers loosely along the curve of Klaus's wrist. ]

The Spardas. They're not my family, they're Vergil's. As for him... well he's most useful to High Priestess as a whole man, don't you think?

[ His tone goes bitter saying that. ]