Mizu's held Mirage Edge. For her, it's a sword, a fine sword but nothing like what Vergil accomplishes with it when they're sparring. She has a few scars to show for her troubles. If they were strangers entirely without any connection between them, that's all they'd be talking about. Mizu wants to know what the Order, the same name Vergil used for those who worshiped his father, does to swords to make them capable of working for Nero. As Nero says, he's not as strong as Vergil and Dante on the grounds of power, so there's no guarantee it'd work for either of them. It's a strong first step, and perhaps the techniques might be within her capabilities. "I want to know more about that."
Except there's the whole matter of Vergil. Vergil and Nero, which much as Mizu wants to know about swords and could talk about them at length, is more important.
Her eyes immediately take in both of Nero's arms, firmly attached and looking quite natural and fleshy. So is that something Vergil and Dante do too, should they lose a limb? Impressive, but being well now doesn't make up for losing a whole arm. Mizu knows Vergil didn't know who Nero was when they first met—that description of knowing of his existence for months but who he was only for hours before coming to Folkmore. Vergil didn't know Nero from anyone, and he's done far worse than tear someone's arm off when they were in his way. Mizu's done worse herself, though unlike Vergil she need not worry she's accidentally maiming her own child. She has no children.
"Sounds fair," Mizu says. More than fair, really. It doesn't matter to Mizu what her fathers say. She's going to kill them. They deserve it, and they don't want or deserve the chance Vergil has here. "Why didn't you kill him when you beat him?"
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Except there's the whole matter of Vergil. Vergil and Nero, which much as Mizu wants to know about swords and could talk about them at length, is more important.
Her eyes immediately take in both of Nero's arms, firmly attached and looking quite natural and fleshy. So is that something Vergil and Dante do too, should they lose a limb? Impressive, but being well now doesn't make up for losing a whole arm. Mizu knows Vergil didn't know who Nero was when they first met—that description of knowing of his existence for months but who he was only for hours before coming to Folkmore. Vergil didn't know Nero from anyone, and he's done far worse than tear someone's arm off when they were in his way. Mizu's done worse herself, though unlike Vergil she need not worry she's accidentally maiming her own child. She has no children.
"Sounds fair," Mizu says. More than fair, really. It doesn't matter to Mizu what her fathers say. She's going to kill them. They deserve it, and they don't want or deserve the chance Vergil has here. "Why didn't you kill him when you beat him?"