Vergil hums thoughtfully as Mizu acknowledges he never really had the opportunity to read books. It's not entirely surprising given that Mizu comes from a much earlier era than Vergil, and that he's never once come across as someone born into wealth. Wealth likely could not have necessarily entirely protected Mizu from the suffering that he endured, but it could have very well buffered him from much of it. Therefore, the chances that Mizu received any sort of formal education was unlikely. He learned what he needed to learn to survive long enough to begin enacting his revenge. Nothing more. Nothing less. Even his interest in swordmaking likely stemmed from his desire for revenge than wholly an interest in the craft itself. Otherwise, he probably would have stayed much as Vergil would have stayed with his books and poetry.

He sets the pitcher of water on the nightstand for Mizu to be able to still refill his glass as needed before gathering up the tray.

"Even if you did grow up with books, you didn't have a need for them," he says as he stands up. And Mizu isn't the sort of person to waste his time on something he doesn't place value in. "You had your smithing instead."

Vergil steps away to the kitchen, tossing out the used napkins.

"Have you considered smithing more while you're here?" Vergil asks as he sets the plates in the sink and opens the cabinet from where he pulled the tray out. Vergil feels like he already knows the answer. Mizu's never been unclear about his focus on his task of revenge. Swordsmithing doesn't exactly align so neatly with that beyond the ability to repair his own weapons as he continues to train both sharpening and maintaining his skills. But he would like to be surprised by hearing otherwise. So, he asks regardless of the certainty that hasn't likely crossed Mizu's mind all that seriously.