[And now that he's faced with the purpose, and it isn't as simple as beating the pulp out of whatever's in front of him, he feels a bit like -- it's not faltering, all right? It's. He's not built for this.
His arms cross over his chest. Decidedly, he does not make his own dessert, even though he considers knocking Dante's off the table to help him focus.
He hasn't lost his own focus. It's more like, when Wanda was talking him into this, it all sort of fit together. He didn't need to have a plan, he just needed to. Do it. Have A Talk. Get through it. Maybe things would change on the other side.
Nero's hands are fists against his side, but he does his best to look relaxed. (It doesn't work.) But in true Nero fashion, there is no calm ease into what he came here for (which, as the seconds tick by, he feels less like he has a grip on). He barrels straight into it, thoughtlessly, anyway.]
I get why you did what you did. What you kept from me. For years. [He can't stop the tone of anger there. It eases, a little, when he continues. Nero really is trying to make an effort. Make an effort to get through this before he gets pissed off and leaves again.
Because that's what it comes to. Dante's a slippery eel, but he's just as likely to be the first to leave. It's a race to see who cringes first.] I never got the chance to say this, so listen: it wasn't your choice to make. Protecting me or not, you -- [And here, he pauses. Tightens his whole body. He fucking sucks at this.] You don't get what you took from me, Dante. You never apologized. And I wouldn't forgive you if you did.
[But. It hangs in the air.]
Look, I don't know what I want out of this. It just needed to be said. [Wait. He does want one thing.] I don't want us acting like fuckin' strangers. It's weird.
[There. Kyrie'd be proud, even if he would rather have his teeth pulled than be here right now.]
we're so good at this
His arms cross over his chest. Decidedly, he does not make his own dessert, even though he considers knocking Dante's off the table to help him focus.
He hasn't lost his own focus. It's more like, when Wanda was talking him into this, it all sort of fit together. He didn't need to have a plan, he just needed to. Do it. Have A Talk. Get through it. Maybe things would change on the other side.
Nero's hands are fists against his side, but he does his best to look relaxed. (It doesn't work.) But in true Nero fashion, there is no calm ease into what he came here for (which, as the seconds tick by, he feels less like he has a grip on). He barrels straight into it, thoughtlessly, anyway.]
I get why you did what you did. What you kept from me. For years. [He can't stop the tone of anger there. It eases, a little, when he continues. Nero really is trying to make an effort. Make an effort to get through this before he gets pissed off and leaves again.
Because that's what it comes to. Dante's a slippery eel, but he's just as likely to be the first to leave. It's a race to see who cringes first.] I never got the chance to say this, so listen: it wasn't your choice to make. Protecting me or not, you -- [And here, he pauses. Tightens his whole body. He fucking sucks at this.] You don't get what you took from me, Dante. You never apologized. And I wouldn't forgive you if you did.
[But. It hangs in the air.]
Look, I don't know what I want out of this. It just needed to be said. [Wait. He does want one thing.] I don't want us acting like fuckin' strangers. It's weird.
[There. Kyrie'd be proud, even if he would rather have his teeth pulled than be here right now.]