[That info is clearly painful for Vergil somehow. Well, really... take your pick. Nero (nearly) dying? Yamato being broken and used by Order scumbags?
When he reveals that Yamato once saved him too, Nero makes a weak smile and glances away. He's certainly not going to ask for the specifics, there.]
Good ol' Yamato. [By reflex, he reaches over and sets a hand on Vergil's elbow as though to comfort him. So reflexive he isn't even aware he's doing it until he does, at which point he pauses and then slowly withdraws it once he... thinks it won't be awkward. Is he allowed to touch Vergil yet?] Dante said that's how he knew who I was. The way Yamato responded to me.
[Of course, Nero had not the slightest clue at the time. Not who Vergil was, not what Yamato was capable of, not even really why it was the catalyst to pull that phantom demon out of Nero's skin. First it was his arm. Then the voices in his dreams. Then that ghostly reflection that echoed Nero's true power, even if he wasn't strong enough to manifest it yet.]
At some point... I stopped being afraid. My arm was weird, but it never hurt and never felt wrong. And I realized everything my power could do, if I chose to embrace it. So I thought, maybe my arm was turning into what it was always meant to. I was always different from everyone else... and maybe I was supposed to be.
[He meets Vergil's eyes briefly, then glances back down at his hands wrapped around the cup of cocoa.]
Being part demon hasn't always been easy. But it's part of me. I stopped hiding my arm after the Savior shit. People can either take me as I am, or get bent.
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When he reveals that Yamato once saved him too, Nero makes a weak smile and glances away. He's certainly not going to ask for the specifics, there.]
Good ol' Yamato. [By reflex, he reaches over and sets a hand on Vergil's elbow as though to comfort him. So reflexive he isn't even aware he's doing it until he does, at which point he pauses and then slowly withdraws it once he... thinks it won't be awkward. Is he allowed to touch Vergil yet?] Dante said that's how he knew who I was. The way Yamato responded to me.
[Of course, Nero had not the slightest clue at the time. Not who Vergil was, not what Yamato was capable of, not even really why it was the catalyst to pull that phantom demon out of Nero's skin. First it was his arm. Then the voices in his dreams. Then that ghostly reflection that echoed Nero's true power, even if he wasn't strong enough to manifest it yet.]
At some point... I stopped being afraid. My arm was weird, but it never hurt and never felt wrong. And I realized everything my power could do, if I chose to embrace it. So I thought, maybe my arm was turning into what it was always meant to. I was always different from everyone else... and maybe I was supposed to be.
[He meets Vergil's eyes briefly, then glances back down at his hands wrapped around the cup of cocoa.]
Being part demon hasn't always been easy. But it's part of me. I stopped hiding my arm after the Savior shit. People can either take me as I am, or get bent.