[He distantly hears Himeka words; he responds enough to scoff at them, at least, his fingers curled so tightly into fists that his nails are cutting the skin. The memory continues ever onward, despite how much energy he's putting into wanting to sink into the fucking ground (or to keep it going.)
He gets that last glimpse he wanted. Nero, stopping them from killing each other. His -- his father. His uncle.
You gonna cry? Nico's voice isn't part of this memory, but it comes to him. No. But the expression on his face, the sucking of air through his gritted teeth, the tear on his cheek -- yeah. It betrays him.
It's only Wanda touching his hand that makes his fingers unfurl, pulling himself from the last look he might ever have of the two of them. A loss for that which he knows, that he's known for years. Loss for what he never got to know. And now he's sharing it with two people who he barely knows. He doesn't even know if they have last names. He doesn't even know what Himeka is. (Not that he holds it against her.)]
Yeah, well. [He rubs his face with his shoulder, but doesn't give any more attention to the fact he's crying in front of them. Whatever. Shit happens.] Anyone else wanna take a trip down memory lane, be my guest. Promise I won't ask, either.
[It sounds cool, aloof. But the fact he hasn't ripped his arm out of Wanda's grip might say enough. In fact, he's gripping her back, wincing when he can hear their voices. This has nothing to do with you, Vergil says, and the coldness in Nero's voice is almost a perfect mimicry of it.]
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He gets that last glimpse he wanted. Nero, stopping them from killing each other. His -- his father. His uncle.
You gonna cry? Nico's voice isn't part of this memory, but it comes to him. No. But the expression on his face, the sucking of air through his gritted teeth, the tear on his cheek -- yeah. It betrays him.
It's only Wanda touching his hand that makes his fingers unfurl, pulling himself from the last look he might ever have of the two of them. A loss for that which he knows, that he's known for years. Loss for what he never got to know. And now he's sharing it with two people who he barely knows. He doesn't even know if they have last names. He doesn't even know what Himeka is. (Not that he holds it against her.)]
Yeah, well. [He rubs his face with his shoulder, but doesn't give any more attention to the fact he's crying in front of them. Whatever. Shit happens.] Anyone else wanna take a trip down memory lane, be my guest. Promise I won't ask, either.
[It sounds cool, aloof. But the fact he hasn't ripped his arm out of Wanda's grip might say enough. In fact, he's gripping her back, wincing when he can hear their voices. This has nothing to do with you, Vergil says, and the coldness in Nero's voice is almost a perfect mimicry of it.]