Vergil keeps his gaze averted from Mizu for a moment or two after she speaks. His face turns towards her, but his eyes are slower to follow. He knows he has no reason to feel shame before her. Mizu has never once offered harsh or unfair judgment when it comes to his past choices, no matter the consequences or lives lost. Still, he finds it harder in that moment to feel that Mizu truly sees the whole of the man before her. That she can truly love him without exception, can feel safe enough with him that her deepest, darkest secrets can be entrusted to him even knowing the destruction and ruin he's left in his wake time and time again. But Vergil brings his gaze up to hers, and he does not see all that his guilt and shame says he ought to see looking back at him.

"I choose to stay with you, do I not?" he ask, quietly. Even when he questions whether he has the proper strength to stay, to be what she needs him to be, Vergil has yet to leave when she's asked him to stay. In fact, it's unlikely that he would leave barring her asking him to do as much.

Vergil does not give her a chance to answer, leaning up to press his lips to hers in a bruising, insistent kiss.