"It's not your fault, Miki-chan. It's Vergil's for being such a hot head." He sighed, and shook his head. He watched them as they left. "I'll be by later. I need some time." He would say,  wandering around the grounds of the shrine listlessly until everyone else had left. Then he would settle down in the shade of a tree that he was rather fond of, and took his O-juzu out of his pocket.<br/><br/>He would sigh again as he looked at the lovely  wooden beads,  rolling them between his fingers absent mindedly for some time, before he would look around again.  It really was silly, what Vergil thought. Especially with a hot temper like that, who knows, the kid was probably a crazy, too. But what about Miki? It was odd, but... well, maybe mental illness is more prevalent than he thought.<br/><br/>And hell, maybe it really<strong>is</strong>something in the air. It's entirely possible. Slim, but still... no, no, he's not going to let himself get carried off on this line of thought. He'll drive himself crazy, and he still needed to take some time to relax.<br/><br/>He would begin to pray, using the beads as an aid in counting. "Om mani padme hum... Om mani padme hum... Om mani padme hum..." Over, and over, and over again. One hundred and eight times, he would chant this. As the chant progresses, he focused on it, and used that focus to help shed away all his other thoughts, and feelings, and to reach a state that was nearly blissful in its absolute stillness.