[He doesn't disagree. The only thing that pisses him off is he had to stand by and watch her get what she deserved -- which is death -- instead of doing it himself. But the thing is, he doesn't think she needed to be turned into a fucked up animal corpse. She just needed to die. To take responsibility, even if it's only a drop in the ocean's worth.

Nero only shrugs, looking out into the fields. Wanda pushing against him is enough to give him something to think about, sure, but the fact he's seen this, that he grew up in this, can't assuage every worry he's got. There were plenty of people in the Order who didn't turn into demons, sure. But everything that happened didn't stop 'em from still worshiping Sparda, either.

Like none of it meant anything.

He turns his head back to her. All at once, Nero is like a fist that has unclenched. He can't lie; the idea of leaving them behind and being like Aloy, even for a bit, did come to him. And it's not something he wants, but he isn't forcing anything on his friends, either.

He's just -- fucked. A little.]

I've seen it too. All the flirty side-eyes. [His hardened brows relax.] The three of us, huh? You know what? I'd like that. If it's not... you know, a pain in the ass.