Vergil is entirely prepared for the possibility that his direct statement that their battle with one another has met its end will be ignored. It isn't exactly unlike Mizu to ignore his limits and attempt to push past them even at great cost to himself, after all. But thankfully, for once, it would seem that Mizu sees sense in Vergil calling their fight there. He wobbles his way toward the wall rather than to meet Vergil in one last attempt to snatch a victory. He's even so reasonable that it appears he is willing to take the time to try and heal his injuries as well. As Mizu's eyes close and he meditates, Vergil lowers both blades. As he exhales, he transforms back, a softer light as the slightly larger, sturdier form he was seems to drift away like a mix of ash and smoke. Mirage Edge follows shortly thereafter.
Vergil waits patiently for Mizu to be done, idly running through a few kata with Mizu's sword to keep himself occupied. For being a blade pulled from a book, it's not terrible. It's balanced and he knows well enough the edge is sharp and clean. But it's not the Yamato. Vergil doesn't have a chance to ruminate upon that, however, as he's interrupted by Mizu attempting to stand on his own. He rolls his eyes slightly before narrowing his stance once more. Walking over, he returns Mizu his blade, allowing him to sheathe it for himself. Vergil anticipates protest and struggle, so the katana barely has a moment to click back into its scabbard before Vergil bends down and scoops Mizu up off his feet.
Despite the swiftness of the movement, Vergil is at least careful of potentially still open wounds on Mizu's person. He's certain that it's Mizu's uninjured arm that's against him, and while it's a firm hold, it's not crushing and potentially putting pressure on any slashes that might remain along Mizu's side.
"You take more than a few steps and you're going to pass out," he says, providing an explanation for the sudden bridal carry. Vergil's tone likely implies that he doesn't particularly care the implications of this for Mizu's pride regardless of the apparent hypocrisy. Vergil begins carrying Mizu off in the direction of his apartment building. "You can rest at my apartment. If you wish to leave after you've regained enough strength to manage returning to your home on your own, you may."
It will likely only be an hour or two. Long enough for perhaps a small amount of sleep and some food, and Mizu should be steadier on his feet. Perhaps even possess the ability to heal more of his injuries before he goes. Regardless, Vergil doesn't imagine that Mizu will stay for longer than that. Even if the pair of them are doing marginally better at holding a conversation with one another, they never...just spend time in one another's presence for the sake of it. And once the purpose of ensuring that Mizu won't simply pass out on the way to his secluded cabin is concluded... Mizu isn't one to linger in Vergil's experience.
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Vergil waits patiently for Mizu to be done, idly running through a few kata with Mizu's sword to keep himself occupied. For being a blade pulled from a book, it's not terrible. It's balanced and he knows well enough the edge is sharp and clean. But it's not the Yamato. Vergil doesn't have a chance to ruminate upon that, however, as he's interrupted by Mizu attempting to stand on his own. He rolls his eyes slightly before narrowing his stance once more. Walking over, he returns Mizu his blade, allowing him to sheathe it for himself. Vergil anticipates protest and struggle, so the katana barely has a moment to click back into its scabbard before Vergil bends down and scoops Mizu up off his feet.
Despite the swiftness of the movement, Vergil is at least careful of potentially still open wounds on Mizu's person. He's certain that it's Mizu's uninjured arm that's against him, and while it's a firm hold, it's not crushing and potentially putting pressure on any slashes that might remain along Mizu's side.
"You take more than a few steps and you're going to pass out," he says, providing an explanation for the sudden bridal carry. Vergil's tone likely implies that he doesn't particularly care the implications of this for Mizu's pride regardless of the apparent hypocrisy. Vergil begins carrying Mizu off in the direction of his apartment building. "You can rest at my apartment. If you wish to leave after you've regained enough strength to manage returning to your home on your own, you may."
It will likely only be an hour or two. Long enough for perhaps a small amount of sleep and some food, and Mizu should be steadier on his feet. Perhaps even possess the ability to heal more of his injuries before he goes. Regardless, Vergil doesn't imagine that Mizu will stay for longer than that. Even if the pair of them are doing marginally better at holding a conversation with one another, they never...just spend time in one another's presence for the sake of it. And once the purpose of ensuring that Mizu won't simply pass out on the way to his secluded cabin is concluded... Mizu isn't one to linger in Vergil's experience.