[There's a bit of an irritable sigh at that, for some reason. But it's not as though he's actually irritated. It just feels like there's ten thousand things he's behind on without even being aware of them. Every day he discovers more, and has to figure out what damn order it all goes in.

Yeah, yeah... Dante told him not to compare himself to him and Vergil. He's younger, less experienced, and a whole fraction less powerful to boot. But it's awfully hard not to feel hopelessly outclassed no matter what he tries.

He can't really argue about the endurance though. His expression might be a bit sour but he does try not to sound too prickly in his response.] Yeah. I know. Physically, I'm fine, but I can't Devil Trigger more than a minute.

Dunno what to do besides just... do it, really.