I wanted to make sure I wouldn't miss anything important for Vergil so I went to that field of flowers three times, and died the first two. The best way I can describe it is that I was slowly drained by flowers.

It wasn't pleasant and that's not the kind of pain I enjoy. There is something else I'm feeling unsettled about but I can't place my finger on it. It's like the memory is missing, so I'm just left with this vague feeling that something is out of place.