Vergil sits facing Mizu this time, one knee resting on the bed while the ankle is propped up by the opposite knee. He doesn't fold his arms this time, one hand resting over his ankle while the other rests upon his thigh. Without the need to sit upright for food and the odd sense of vulnerability associated with answering Mizu's earlier question, Vergil's overall posture and demeanor is a little more relaxed and casual. He's attentive while Mizu explains, allowing him the space to think of how to articulate it to someone who has no experience in such matters when he seems to need it. He's quiet for a moment longer after Mizu explains it to him, but not because he finds it unsatisfactory. Rather he's mentally comparing the process to that of making a Devil Arm.
His father's blades would be perhaps the closest comparison. Others are a little less comparable given that they require another demon to suffer defeat and submit to the will of its better for its continued survival. But rather than steel, they were forged of Sparda's power, and rather than to match its wielder, they were matched to a purpose given that the wielder was the same as the creator. But even those small differences make the processes seem incompatible. Sparda putting himself into his blades was not an extension of something more metaphysical like what Mizu describes. It was merely funneling raw power and manifesting it. Then again, that woman... What was her name? Vergil's brow furrows a little as he tries to recall it. Nico. Nico had been capable of forging Devil Arms. The arms that Nero used and the hat she gifted Dante had seemed appropriate to each of them. Perhaps there is some overlap that Vergil just cannot parse entirely on his own given the only Devil Arms he's possessed he either inherited or forged after defeating the devil whose power he was taking for himself.
"I'm sure you will make a blade that matches him," he says, breaking his quiet and lifting his gaze back to Mizu. "You're attentive in battle. You read my moves better each time we cross blades and apply that knowledge well. I imagine you'll understand him well enough, too, to make a blade that suits his needs."
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His father's blades would be perhaps the closest comparison. Others are a little less comparable given that they require another demon to suffer defeat and submit to the will of its better for its continued survival. But rather than steel, they were forged of Sparda's power, and rather than to match its wielder, they were matched to a purpose given that the wielder was the same as the creator. But even those small differences make the processes seem incompatible. Sparda putting himself into his blades was not an extension of something more metaphysical like what Mizu describes. It was merely funneling raw power and manifesting it. Then again, that woman... What was her name? Vergil's brow furrows a little as he tries to recall it. Nico. Nico had been capable of forging Devil Arms. The arms that Nero used and the hat she gifted Dante had seemed appropriate to each of them. Perhaps there is some overlap that Vergil just cannot parse entirely on his own given the only Devil Arms he's possessed he either inherited or forged after defeating the devil whose power he was taking for himself.
"I'm sure you will make a blade that matches him," he says, breaking his quiet and lifting his gaze back to Mizu. "You're attentive in battle. You read my moves better each time we cross blades and apply that knowledge well. I imagine you'll understand him well enough, too, to make a blade that suits his needs."