"I could sense the Yamato," he says, glancing in the direction of the blade now. Although he is unable to actually see it without turning his head, he knows without a doubt where it rests. "I do not know how the Order came to possess it. Only that they failed to reforge it as it refused to recognize any of them as its master. But it answered to Nero and his demonic arm absorbed the blade."
Vergil was not surprised to hear any of that from Dante recently. While Vergil could not say with confidence when exactly the Yamato was shattered after his defeat, he doubts the blade would have obeyed Mundus or any of the filth that remained loyal to him any better than the humans that later tried to make use of it. Assuming the Prince of Darkness even tried to wield it for himself in the first place. In his hatred of Sparda, he may have more simply sought to destroy it without any further consideration than that. Regardless, just as Mundus has ripped apart Yamato's master, he shattered and cast aside the Yamato. The blade stubbornly refusing humans, only accepting another descendant of Sparda if it was not to be Vergil who wielded it was also to be expected.
Still, even with this part being easier to tell than what preceded it, Vergil is still quiet for a little while. He squeezes his own hands tighter for a brief moment as his gaze shifts to one pair of their knees touching. He wants nothing more than to seek out Mizu's touch for comfort, but he denies himself her warmth for now. This ultimately is not about him or what he wants or needs, but the harm he caused his son, and why it is no simple matter to apologize for immediately. Squeezing his hands briefly is the only way he knows to quell the impulse.
"I took it back," he says, not bothering to clarify for Mizu that it was by ripping Nero's arm off when she already knows that part. Vergil's furrow in his brow deepens. "And to save myself, I left him to die."
Vergil turned his back on Nero and left him to die in a growing pool of his own blood. Not out of an inherent maliciousness or desire for cruelty, but out of his own self-preservation. And that's where it becomes more complicated and difficult to simply and plainly apologize. If it were just out of cruelty or a mistake, it would be easy to apologize. But Vergil's wrongdoing in this matter is so intricately tied up in his survival, and that is something he has not only never apologized for, but has never been willing to apologize for. Not that he believes that is what Nero is seeking or wanting. Not after the lengths he went to at the summit of the Qliphoth, nor after claiming to Mizu he wants to extend to Vergil a chance of a relationship as father and son. But it had been impossible then and it is hard now to see any alternative where the outcome would have been the same.
If Vergil had not acted, he simply would have died.
cw: mentions of dismemberment, blood, torture
Vergil was not surprised to hear any of that from Dante recently. While Vergil could not say with confidence when exactly the Yamato was shattered after his defeat, he doubts the blade would have obeyed Mundus or any of the filth that remained loyal to him any better than the humans that later tried to make use of it. Assuming the Prince of Darkness even tried to wield it for himself in the first place. In his hatred of Sparda, he may have more simply sought to destroy it without any further consideration than that. Regardless, just as Mundus has ripped apart Yamato's master, he shattered and cast aside the Yamato. The blade stubbornly refusing humans, only accepting another descendant of Sparda if it was not to be Vergil who wielded it was also to be expected.
Still, even with this part being easier to tell than what preceded it, Vergil is still quiet for a little while. He squeezes his own hands tighter for a brief moment as his gaze shifts to one pair of their knees touching. He wants nothing more than to seek out Mizu's touch for comfort, but he denies himself her warmth for now. This ultimately is not about him or what he wants or needs, but the harm he caused his son, and why it is no simple matter to apologize for immediately. Squeezing his hands briefly is the only way he knows to quell the impulse.
"I took it back," he says, not bothering to clarify for Mizu that it was by ripping Nero's arm off when she already knows that part. Vergil's furrow in his brow deepens. "And to save myself, I left him to die."
Vergil turned his back on Nero and left him to die in a growing pool of his own blood. Not out of an inherent maliciousness or desire for cruelty, but out of his own self-preservation. And that's where it becomes more complicated and difficult to simply and plainly apologize. If it were just out of cruelty or a mistake, it would be easy to apologize. But Vergil's wrongdoing in this matter is so intricately tied up in his survival, and that is something he has not only never apologized for, but has never been willing to apologize for. Not that he believes that is what Nero is seeking or wanting. Not after the lengths he went to at the summit of the Qliphoth, nor after claiming to Mizu he wants to extend to Vergil a chance of a relationship as father and son. But it had been impossible then and it is hard now to see any alternative where the outcome would have been the same.
If Vergil had not acted, he simply would have died.