There is never any surety of what might have happened more than one step removed. It's not as though Vergil had a sword pressed against Mizu's heart, so they could say 'Vergil could have killed Mizu.' It's only that Mizu would have been affected by the explosion in some way. That is too chaotic to say for certain. Perhaps is true. It's also unsatisfactory. It doesn't explain why he did what he did. Mizu doesn't ask again. Vergil will say what he will say and nothing more. Perhaps someone more skilled in conversation might dig more out (doubtful), but Mizu is not that person.
The explosive was reckless, but what was the alternative? Losing more certainly? Surely Vergil can understand how that will not satisfy Mizu, not when she fights like she does, like each fight matters, the difference between achieving her revenge and not. Vergil sees a far broader array of her fighting, fiercer and more determined, than anyone else. Even should any of the hand to hand instructors be able to survive that mode of fighting, it's not what she's looking for from them. She's improving technique, not reaching her fathers. Against Vergil, Mizu improves her technique and adapts her strategies. She also takes it far more seriously and fights more underhanded. As was his wish. That means the reckless along with the best technique Mizu has. It's part and parcel.
The fact Vergil can transform into a demonic form whose skin her sword cannot even cut demonstrates one of the ways he holds back during fights. The way he made the fight thoroughly one-sided the first time they sparred again after the disastrous conversation in his apartment demonstrates it. Infuriating as it is that Vergil holds back, it's far more infuriating that he needs to. Mizu will beat him, no matter what it takes, even explosives, so that he cannot hold back as much as he does now. In that regard, today was a victory. It's the first time she's witnessed him, not only his double, take that form. That pleases Mizu in a way she does not put into words. That move makes sense. Pushing her away, shielding her with his double, that does not serve him well in the fight.
It makes no sense.
Though Mizu already watches Vergil's face, she's stunned and stares when he says it wasn't about the fight. About the outcome. She would forget where they are, save that he speaks again in a way that promises pain. Pain doesn't matter. Mizu fists Vergil's vest with one hand and reaches across herself painfully to get a second anchor point. The neckline of his shirt.
Not used to bothering to hide pain outside of a fight, when Mizu frequently forgets or ignores it, Mizu flinches as the leaps jostle her. It's better than walking through the public areas of Satori Hills. No complaint there. It takes a moment to gather herself. Vergil is letting her climb onto his balcony. That's right. She can do that. Mizu slides away from Vergil and lets go of him to steady on the railing itself. Only for a moment. Rather than focus on what Vergil's words could mean, Mizu takes small forcefully steady steps toward the door into Vergil's apartment. It's not far, and with her foot healed, she manages it.
Woozy from the loss of blood, Mizu pauses, leaning against that door. What was Vergil thinking about? Mizu blinks and stares at him, as though that will provide any further insight. She may as well be swordfather, for how much Mizu can tell from his face. With a small shake of her head to clear her thoughts and focus, she turns back to the door and slides it open. It's only far enough she can slip inside and continue, tracking a little blood, toward Vergil's bed. He lacks much furniture, and Mizu refuses to collapse on the floor.
"I'll be... fine," Mizu says with determination. Whether she has the healing ability or not, she'll live. She'll recover. She'll be fine. Nothing she regrets about their fight, not when she knows that explosive won't kill him. Not there. She was right.
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The explosive was reckless, but what was the alternative? Losing more certainly? Surely Vergil can understand how that will not satisfy Mizu, not when she fights like she does, like each fight matters, the difference between achieving her revenge and not. Vergil sees a far broader array of her fighting, fiercer and more determined, than anyone else. Even should any of the hand to hand instructors be able to survive that mode of fighting, it's not what she's looking for from them. She's improving technique, not reaching her fathers. Against Vergil, Mizu improves her technique and adapts her strategies. She also takes it far more seriously and fights more underhanded. As was his wish. That means the reckless along with the best technique Mizu has. It's part and parcel.
The fact Vergil can transform into a demonic form whose skin her sword cannot even cut demonstrates one of the ways he holds back during fights. The way he made the fight thoroughly one-sided the first time they sparred again after the disastrous conversation in his apartment demonstrates it. Infuriating as it is that Vergil holds back, it's far more infuriating that he needs to. Mizu will beat him, no matter what it takes, even explosives, so that he cannot hold back as much as he does now. In that regard, today was a victory. It's the first time she's witnessed him, not only his double, take that form. That pleases Mizu in a way she does not put into words. That move makes sense. Pushing her away, shielding her with his double, that does not serve him well in the fight.
It makes no sense.
Though Mizu already watches Vergil's face, she's stunned and stares when he says it wasn't about the fight. About the outcome. She would forget where they are, save that he speaks again in a way that promises pain. Pain doesn't matter. Mizu fists Vergil's vest with one hand and reaches across herself painfully to get a second anchor point. The neckline of his shirt.
Not used to bothering to hide pain outside of a fight, when Mizu frequently forgets or ignores it, Mizu flinches as the leaps jostle her. It's better than walking through the public areas of Satori Hills. No complaint there. It takes a moment to gather herself. Vergil is letting her climb onto his balcony. That's right. She can do that. Mizu slides away from Vergil and lets go of him to steady on the railing itself. Only for a moment. Rather than focus on what Vergil's words could mean, Mizu takes small forcefully steady steps toward the door into Vergil's apartment. It's not far, and with her foot healed, she manages it.
Woozy from the loss of blood, Mizu pauses, leaning against that door. What was Vergil thinking about? Mizu blinks and stares at him, as though that will provide any further insight. She may as well be swordfather, for how much Mizu can tell from his face. With a small shake of her head to clear her thoughts and focus, she turns back to the door and slides it open. It's only far enough she can slip inside and continue, tracking a little blood, toward Vergil's bed. He lacks much furniture, and Mizu refuses to collapse on the floor.
"I'll be... fine," Mizu says with determination. Whether she has the healing ability or not, she'll live. She'll recover. She'll be fine. Nothing she regrets about their fight, not when she knows that explosive won't kill him. Not there. She was right.