Mizu promises to do better next time and Vergil spares him a glance at that. It's not doubt in Vergil's eyes, but perhaps a bit of hope that he will make good on that. Even if it's not right away. But who knows? Next time, Mizu might be able to get further than he did today.
"When one has as obnoxious of a little brother as I do, you learn at quite an early age how to beat the hell out of someone with your fists alone," Vergil says, the answer coming perhaps more naturally and smoothly than anything he's ever said to Mizu. But there's a pause as he's unwrapping one of his hands that he realizes he's never made mention of his brother until now. It's not been anything that he's intentionally hidden necessarily, but Dante has never come up in conversation before now. And why should he? Vergil may (sometimes begrudgingly) miss him, but that's not exactly business for anyone else to know. And no one would exactly think to ask him if he has any siblings anyway. He finishes with unwrapping his hand and begins to roll the wrappings together, seemingly quite focused on the task for a moment. "You would think there might be more peace between twins since our age difference isn't in years, but Dante has a way of always causing a ruckus wherever he goes and he was often close behind me as children."
And as adults, too. Just never close enough because Vergil never allowed it. He swallows back that regret and replaces the wrappings back to their appropriate spot within his training area. Vergil opts to brush past the revelation of a twin brother and anything that might come with it to provide the other half of the answer to Mizu's question.
"There isn't a weapon I cannot master, however. It is something I inherited from my father," he continues as he steps over to the portion of his studio apartment that serves as his sleeping area once more. This time, he collects the amulet from the nightstand, unclasping the golden chain to put it back on. No doubt the thing doesn't look like something Vergil would ever choose for himself, both stone and chain being far warmer than his usual cool tones with red and gold. "As it so happens, I acquired a devil arm for a time that enhanced my hand-to-hand while it was still in my possession, and I do what I can to maintain those skills without it."
Vergil steps over to his wardrobe for a shirt and pulls it on. He doesn't put the necklace above the shirt, keeping it tucked away.
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"When one has as obnoxious of a little brother as I do, you learn at quite an early age how to beat the hell out of someone with your fists alone," Vergil says, the answer coming perhaps more naturally and smoothly than anything he's ever said to Mizu. But there's a pause as he's unwrapping one of his hands that he realizes he's never made mention of his brother until now. It's not been anything that he's intentionally hidden necessarily, but Dante has never come up in conversation before now. And why should he? Vergil may (sometimes begrudgingly) miss him, but that's not exactly business for anyone else to know. And no one would exactly think to ask him if he has any siblings anyway. He finishes with unwrapping his hand and begins to roll the wrappings together, seemingly quite focused on the task for a moment. "You would think there might be more peace between twins since our age difference isn't in years, but Dante has a way of always causing a ruckus wherever he goes and he was often close behind me as children."
And as adults, too. Just never close enough because Vergil never allowed it. He swallows back that regret and replaces the wrappings back to their appropriate spot within his training area. Vergil opts to brush past the revelation of a twin brother and anything that might come with it to provide the other half of the answer to Mizu's question.
"There isn't a weapon I cannot master, however. It is something I inherited from my father," he continues as he steps over to the portion of his studio apartment that serves as his sleeping area once more. This time, he collects the amulet from the nightstand, unclasping the golden chain to put it back on. No doubt the thing doesn't look like something Vergil would ever choose for himself, both stone and chain being far warmer than his usual cool tones with red and gold. "As it so happens, I acquired a devil arm for a time that enhanced my hand-to-hand while it was still in my possession, and I do what I can to maintain those skills without it."
Vergil steps over to his wardrobe for a shirt and pulls it on. He doesn't put the necklace above the shirt, keeping it tucked away.