Looking around like a puppet on a string, Vergil saw that he wasn't the only one around.  Seeing Aryn in the room made a small shiver run through his body as memories raced through his mind, but Vergil didn't entertain any of them, choosing instead to finish up his homework before heading up to his room.  However, looking at his face as he passed, Vergil stopped and saw that Aryn was as freaked out as he was.  He couldn't control what came out of his mouth next.  "I told you so."  What the reaction would be from Aryn, Vergil had no idea, but he knew without a doubt that something had happened to Aryn the same as had happened to Vergil already, or at least he thought so at any rate.  If it was something normal, Vergil doubted Aryn would be looking like he had seen a literal ghost fresh from the grave that had then tried to kill him.  Instead of heading upstairs, Vergil sighed and finally let his defenses down and sat by Aryn.  "What happened?"