[Look, he's lucky he got the coffee at all. He's lucky he's here. But since Dante doesn't say anything about it -- even if Nero knows it's sort of garbage coffee -- he's willing to give Dante more time. A little bit of leeway.
For Nero, he just grabs a bottled soda from the little mini-fridge, after kicking some cracked demon horn out of the way.
The silence is deafening. It's not the first time he missed that flying fuckin' chatterbox. But he doesn't show up. It's just Shadow, laying over his shit, following him like -- like a goddamn shadow.]
How long? [Another question he doesn't expect. Why's it matter? He doesn't like thinkin' about it. And now he does, it's like... it's like his stomach's fell out of him. Nero stops what he's doing, rubbing his face. Does time really go that fast? (Is anyone even still waiting?)]
Over a year. [His voice cracks, and he keeps his back turned to Dante.] I hadn't even realized.
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For Nero, he just grabs a bottled soda from the little mini-fridge, after kicking some cracked demon horn out of the way.
The silence is deafening. It's not the first time he missed that flying fuckin' chatterbox. But he doesn't show up. It's just Shadow, laying over his shit, following him like -- like a goddamn shadow.]
How long? [Another question he doesn't expect. Why's it matter? He doesn't like thinkin' about it. And now he does, it's like... it's like his stomach's fell out of him. Nero stops what he's doing, rubbing his face. Does time really go that fast? (Is anyone even still waiting?)]
Over a year. [His voice cracks, and he keeps his back turned to Dante.] I hadn't even realized.