[He grits his teeth, body tensing for a moment. Devil's don't cry - and even if they did, he's done his crying over Vergil. His brother doesn't deserve any more of his tears.
He huffs.]
Alright. Whatever you say, kid.
[...Who is older than him, technically, but he gets the feeling it'll annoy Nero.]
So, anyway, they're coming up on the Gauntlet of Bullshit and Nero does not like this One Bit, No Sir. He sucks in a breath when he hears the questions being asked.]
True or false: The most humiliating part of Nero's first defeat at the hands of the demon king Urizen was being called 'deadweight' by the man he saw as a mentor.
[He grits his teeth, hands balling into fists. He doesn't want to answer. It's...it's only been ten years, but he still remembers being pushed into the closet. He can still see everything.
... It's strange. For a moment, he doesn't really see Dante, the eternal pain in the ass, the man who's helped him become something more than some punk in Fortuna working for the Order of the Sword.
He just sees a hurting teenager who hasn't had anyone to guide or look after him.
... He'll just quietly, briefly wrap his arm around Dante's shoulders.]
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[He sighs.]
Not a good time to talk about it here, I know, but... just. I'm here. Alright?
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[He grits his teeth, body tensing for a moment. Devil's don't cry - and even if they did, he's done his crying over Vergil. His brother doesn't deserve any more of his tears.
He huffs.]
Alright. Whatever you say, kid.
[...Who is older than him, technically, but he gets the feeling it'll annoy Nero.]
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[And just for that, Dante's getting an aggressive hair ruffle!!!]
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He swats at Nero's hands, squawking.]
Hey! Watch it!
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Yeah? Or what?
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[Yells!!!!]
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[MORE HAIR RUFFLING]
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[Just you wait, Nero!!]
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[God the shit-eating grin on his face.
So, anyway, they're coming up on the Gauntlet of Bullshit and Nero does not like this One Bit, No Sir. He sucks in a breath when he hears the questions being asked.]
This is such bullshit...
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[Is Dante pissed about this? Yes. But he hasn't been brought into the line of fire, so he's pleasantly distant from all of it.]
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[Not like they have to wonder much longer.
True or false: The most humiliating part of Nero's first defeat at the hands of the demon king Urizen was being called 'deadweight' by the man he saw as a mentor.
Nero tenses, but remains silent.]
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Dante raises an eyebrow at the question, looking over at Nero and watching him tense up.
After a moment, he speaks up.]
Well, you gonna answer, or should I?
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True.
[It pains him to admit it and it shows, but. Jeez.]
... It still pisses me off.
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[Or are you going to prove them wrong?]
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[Nero... Nero no.]
Still gonna piss me off in the meantime.
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What doesn't piss you off, kid? You've got issues.
[Like he's one to talk.]
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[Remember what he said about the pot calling the kettle black!!]
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[There's a smirk on his face, but hey. He's more zen than Nero.]
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[There's no bite to it, though.]
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Jerk.]
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Eventually--]
Not a lot left...
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[It would be nice if the voice would just skip Dante, but of course he's not going to be that lucky.]
What was the advice given to Dante by his mother?
[Oh. So we're going there, huh?]
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Fucking hell, nothing's off-limits for you, huh, asshole?
[Like, dude. What the fuck.]
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[He grits his teeth, hands balling into fists. He doesn't want to answer. It's...it's only been ten years, but he still remembers being pushed into the closet. He can still see everything.
He still has nightmares of it.]
Goddammit...
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[He looks over at Dante and...
... It's strange. For a moment, he doesn't really see Dante, the eternal pain in the ass, the man who's helped him become something more than some punk in Fortuna working for the Order of the Sword.
He just sees a hurting teenager who hasn't had anyone to guide or look after him.
... He'll just quietly, briefly wrap his arm around Dante's shoulders.]
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