That is true. I think my father said something similar.

[She has a bottle of water and a washcloth. She wets the cloth and offers it. Hopefully, being able to clean up at least a little will help.

She pauses to envision the sword. With the way Vergil speaks of it (her?), Yamato must be a truly incredible blade. Dimly she remembers someone from her past life, someone who was more dedicated to the art of the sword than anyone else.]

She...? sounds beautiful. I'll have to learn a bit about swords so I can appreciate her properly, when there's time.