[At least he makes it through the whole tirade -- and he's totally blaming this all on Wanda, later, at least in his own mind -- before his arms finally cross over his chest to hold everything else in. That was sort of. It. He'd say it, and it'd be sort of. Done.
He was honest. He doesn't know what he wanted out of it, and he didn't plan on any response coming out of Dante that he particularly wanted to hear. It sort of just cut off in his head where he'd said his piece.
Maybe a part of Nero was expecting just that. For it to end. If this is the only way they're gonna be talkin', either of them could cut it off. But then again, that's the one thing Nero doesn't think will happen.
They're bonded now. Maybe always have been, in that loose, familial way. But it's different now they went through... well. Even more shit.]
You think it's fair to ask? I was never in your position. [And he could end it there. It's not Nero's way, though. He just sighs, and he finally takes a seat beside Dante on the stage.] I couldn't keep this in. I'm being real. You know me. [And know he doesn't exactly hold anything back.] Keeping things hidden isn't my thing. I'm not good at it. It'd slip, no matter what. And I'm not sayin' it's bad if you are -- some people gotta be good at it. You got your reasons. You got a whole history I don't know about, because you don't tell anyone about it. [His arms have already unfurled, moving through the air as he talks 'cause now that energy needs somewhere to go with him sitting.] So maybe somewhere in all the smoke and mirrors of it, I'd get it. And it'd make sense. Maybe I'd do the same if it happened to me. But seriously, we're different people. We're formed by our... our personal shit. [He glances at Dante, then away, then back, like he's starting to realize he's preachy and maybe not making sense.] You know? Does it really seem worth thinkin' about?
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He was honest. He doesn't know what he wanted out of it, and he didn't plan on any response coming out of Dante that he particularly wanted to hear. It sort of just cut off in his head where he'd said his piece.
Maybe a part of Nero was expecting just that. For it to end. If this is the only way they're gonna be talkin', either of them could cut it off. But then again, that's the one thing Nero doesn't think will happen.
They're bonded now. Maybe always have been, in that loose, familial way. But it's different now they went through... well. Even more shit.]
You think it's fair to ask? I was never in your position. [And he could end it there. It's not Nero's way, though. He just sighs, and he finally takes a seat beside Dante on the stage.] I couldn't keep this in. I'm being real. You know me. [And know he doesn't exactly hold anything back.] Keeping things hidden isn't my thing. I'm not good at it. It'd slip, no matter what. And I'm not sayin' it's bad if you are -- some people gotta be good at it. You got your reasons. You got a whole history I don't know about, because you don't tell anyone about it. [His arms have already unfurled, moving through the air as he talks 'cause now that energy needs somewhere to go with him sitting.] So maybe somewhere in all the smoke and mirrors of it, I'd get it. And it'd make sense. Maybe I'd do the same if it happened to me. But seriously, we're different people. We're formed by our... our personal shit. [He glances at Dante, then away, then back, like he's starting to realize he's preachy and maybe not making sense.] You know? Does it really seem worth thinkin' about?