[He wipes his nose with the back of a knuckle already stained with dried streaks of black blood. Born like a human, die like a human. Feels like he's read that somewhere.]
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.
[The words come to his mind without Nero really meaning them to. That book of poetry V -- Vergil -- gave to him, the last time he saw him. He never finished it. He made it through more than a handful of pages, and somehow, pieces of it stuck to him.
Funny. Funny how things stick in the back of your mind. Unconscious.
Until they pop up as you try to keep all your organs on the inside. His tail curls around his body as he lifts his knees up, leaning his arms on them. Nero looks down at Ciri, frowns, and looks away. Yeah, I get it. Wishes he could, too. For what they've done to Steve, and Aloy. Ciri, Geralt. Even that weird fuck Jack. A bunch of people who don't deserve shit. All in the name of --
What? Have they ever really figured out what this is all for?]
If we were ever gonna do it, it would've been a week ago.
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Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.
[The words come to his mind without Nero really meaning them to. That book of poetry V -- Vergil -- gave to him, the last time he saw him. He never finished it. He made it through more than a handful of pages, and somehow, pieces of it stuck to him.
Funny. Funny how things stick in the back of your mind. Unconscious.
Until they pop up as you try to keep all your organs on the inside. His tail curls around his body as he lifts his knees up, leaning his arms on them. Nero looks down at Ciri, frowns, and looks away. Yeah, I get it. Wishes he could, too. For what they've done to Steve, and Aloy. Ciri, Geralt. Even that weird fuck Jack. A bunch of people who don't deserve shit. All in the name of --
What? Have they ever really figured out what this is all for?]
If we were ever gonna do it, it would've been a week ago.