Vergil surprised himself and grasped Shine's hand in his own.  While there was no strength in his grip, more from being afraid to get too close as always than any lack of physical strength, it still showed that he was making progress despite the craziness that was starting to bind them together.  "It...is fine Shine.  I have nowhere I can think of other than...perhaps the cemetery...but it is too far from here unless you have money for the bus."  The same cemetery that his grandfather was buried, the same place that Vergil visited every Sunday afternoon if he could get away with it.  "I am for going to this shrine you...seem to know."