Mizu buries her face in Vergil's neck. The tears continue to leak out, but the worst of it has passed. The hiccups continue at a slow enough pace she just thinks they may have passed when one jerks its way out of her. Vergil lets her and holds her, and though Mizu is mildly embarrassed, it's as much due to the fact that she doesn't know what's going on with her as the fact she's sobbing. Vergil's seen her cry before, and as before, he's there for her. It makes all the difference than being on her own remembering everything that happened.
Her breathing feels shallow, but Mizu focuses some attention to evening it out. It's small, but it's something she can do, a small way of helping herself. It isn't easy, especially not when Vergil's first response is to contradict her. Her question. That truth that slipped out uninvited. Mizu bites down on her tongue and the urge to immediately correct Vergil. Others. He most likely means Master Eiji. They had a reunion, courtesy of Ringo and quite likely her injured state. Swordfather let her and Taigen recover with him and crumbled before Ringo when the latter decided Master Eiji was his new master. They spoke, and it was better than when she left. He refused to let her use his forge, but she built her own oven to make new steel. He gave her a set of tongs to melt down into the steel.
Something else cracks, and Mizu holds on tighter. She doesn't know whether swordfather accepts her, not really, until she returns from Edo. Until she returns from Folkmore. Once he judges her worthy of one of his blades, she will know they are truly okay. Until then, like Fowler's life, it hangs on a knife point, moments away and forever at a distance. Mizu had to forge her sword, her sword in Folkmore, without his approval. Mizu leans her head against Vergil's. It's something that he believes Master Eiji will prove true, that she will prove worthy of his approval. It also cannot be known for certain until it happens.
"Everyone else has left me, and they do not know the worst things I have done," Mizu says. Vergil doesn't either, not the specifics. Other than burning down Edo, which is the worst thing she's done when it comes to a matter of scale. However, it lacks the horror of the intent, the personal interaction, and the callous disregard for whoever had to die to enable Mizu to reach her ends. Even so, Mizu's sure Vergil would not judge her for them. Everyone else? They cannot even handle what they know.
She wrinkles her nose then shakes her head a little. "Well, I guess there's Rin." So much as Mizu's let Rin in.
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Her breathing feels shallow, but Mizu focuses some attention to evening it out. It's small, but it's something she can do, a small way of helping herself. It isn't easy, especially not when Vergil's first response is to contradict her. Her question. That truth that slipped out uninvited. Mizu bites down on her tongue and the urge to immediately correct Vergil. Others. He most likely means Master Eiji. They had a reunion, courtesy of Ringo and quite likely her injured state. Swordfather let her and Taigen recover with him and crumbled before Ringo when the latter decided Master Eiji was his new master. They spoke, and it was better than when she left. He refused to let her use his forge, but she built her own oven to make new steel. He gave her a set of tongs to melt down into the steel.
Something else cracks, and Mizu holds on tighter. She doesn't know whether swordfather accepts her, not really, until she returns from Edo. Until she returns from Folkmore. Once he judges her worthy of one of his blades, she will know they are truly okay. Until then, like Fowler's life, it hangs on a knife point, moments away and forever at a distance. Mizu had to forge her sword, her sword in Folkmore, without his approval. Mizu leans her head against Vergil's. It's something that he believes Master Eiji will prove true, that she will prove worthy of his approval. It also cannot be known for certain until it happens.
"Everyone else has left me, and they do not know the worst things I have done," Mizu says. Vergil doesn't either, not the specifics. Other than burning down Edo, which is the worst thing she's done when it comes to a matter of scale. However, it lacks the horror of the intent, the personal interaction, and the callous disregard for whoever had to die to enable Mizu to reach her ends. Even so, Mizu's sure Vergil would not judge her for them. Everyone else? They cannot even handle what they know.
She wrinkles her nose then shakes her head a little. "Well, I guess there's Rin." So much as Mizu's let Rin in.