"Calmed down now?" Vergil asked, his voice low, almost gentle, as he watched the blood vanish from Kaguya's skin — her wounds knitting themselves back together before his eyes.
She slowly lifted her face.
Her breathing was still ragged. Her eyes, redder than before, seemed sharper now. Less lost. More... hungry.
The pain was gone. The wounds were gone. But not the rage.
"You drugged me..." she whispered, lips still stained with traces of his blood. "With your own blood... it's a damn addictive drug."
"Ungrateful much? I'm the only one here who would give you blood, alright? And for the record, I didn't do anything," he corrected, smirking. "But if you want to call it poison, be my guest. It's all about dosage, isn't it? That's what separates a cure from a poison — the dose."
She closed her eyes for a moment, as if trying to hold something back. A scream. A tear. A breakdown.
But when she opened them again… there was only coldness.
