Yeah, but those two made it sound like they weren't coming back anytime soon. Ugh. Idiots.

[ He groans. Then again, they all had a flair for the dramatic, so he supposes that this shouldn't be all that surprising. ]

And no shit. Could've avoided a bunch of bullshit if you came clean earlier. [ Granted, Dante was also partially to blame in that case for not voicing his suspicions earlier. It just left Nero off-kilter and weird for a good few weeks after getting back to Fortuna. ]

Hyperbole thy name is Sons of Sparda.

[ He just shakes his head. Nero should have realized that the two were the kind to exaggerate even on their best days since he has had prior dealings with Dante, but it was no matter. They had other matters to discuss. ]

Would you have believed me if I had told you outright? That I am the... humanity of a man who tossed me aside in exchange for his demonic power? And that he was your father?

No shit.

[ He really should know by now, but maybe considering the seriousness of the situation before, maybe Nero though that there was at least some subtlety. Unfortunately, that was more wishful thinking than anything else. ]

I might've been a bit skeptical, but weirder things have happened before. The dad bit might've been the more important part honestly.

[ The tree had been a big deal but they always forget that they were part demon and human which made them far more suited to fight to the roots and destroy it than a band of human hunters. Humans needed food and rest and the like. They did not. ]

That part I was unsure of from the start. Dante and Vergil are not the only half-demons living. They are just ones that know who their father is.

But then Yamato's reaction ended my questions. She knew you... and not because she was part of your arm.

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Yeah...

[ He wrinkles his nose, frowning as V mentions Yamato. His father's sword ... it had technically saved his life at one point, then also been the source of how he ended up with the Devil Breakers, and then how he had somehow grown his arm back -

Yeah, shit's still weird. ]

Dante mentioned that before too, that Yamato's reaction was what sealed it.

Devil Arms can be... possessive, especially those handed down by blood. Yamato especially so given her abilities. It takes a special way of thinking to utilize her powers to the fullest.

[ Nero was a lot cruder and more open than Vergil. He took a bit after his uncle than his father, but, at his core, he still was closer to Vergil than he thought and the sword knew it. ]

That she accepted enough of you to become a part of you meant that you shared the same blood as her last wielder.

[ Nero leans back against the side of the van, arms crossed and frowning. ]

"Special way of thinking"? Why does that sound ominous?

Don't take it so seriously. [ A quick smile that was almost a smirk as he waved his hand brushing it aside. ] I am just being cryptic again.

[ Which he knows is not something Nero wants to deal with but he has found was a part of him and not a left over strand of personality from Vergil. ]

What I mean is that Yamato needs more focus and less force to utilized fully. To cross into other places, someone using her needs to be able to picture precisely what they want and where they wish to go to get there.

[ Nero gives V a flat look at that. He really shouldn't be surprised but at the same time it's kinda fucking annoying.

Though -

V's further explanation about how Yamato works does let a few things click into place. Especially regarding when it first was restored in his hands back when he was dealing with the whole Order fiasco. ]

Even if it's not actually a place. Hm.

[ He tries but it's so hard not to that he just doesn't bother any more. ]

She knew you blood and when you called, she answered. I'm sure that with the proper instructions, you can tap into her abilities fully; I definitely know that you will inherit Yamato in due time.

I mean I've had it before, so that's not too surprising. But that's going to be a while before that happens, probably. Guy's died a couple times already and it hasn't stuck yet.

[ Judging from Nico's reply before about knowing how Dante's killed Vergil once before, though he hadn't been able to pry any information out of anyone about the background of that particular incident. ]

I'm not suited to wield a sword in any case.

[ Despite his cane is kinda a sword in a way especially when he utilized the edge in some of his finishing moves.

V tucked his cane under his arm as he move close, finding a spot to slouch near Nero. To talk about the past, well, V knew that it should technically come from Vergil. After all, it would be his story to tell, right? But he knew the Sparda bloodline and their stubbornness too well. Veril admitting the past mistakes might not happen for a long time to come. ]

We are a little hard to kill, even those of us with only a touch of the Sparda blood.

Clearly.

[ He's seen Dante get impaled (and was the cause of it in one instance), he himself was skewered more times than he'd like to admit ...

It's not that he's expecting answers, but they would be nice. Everyone involved are stubborn jackasses on a good day. ]

The first time Dante killed Vergil wasn't on purpose on his end. The second time... was a mercy.

[ The memories were not his but they still lingered. V's hands curled in remembered pain and hatred, an echo of the hate he had felt when he saw the mockery of Nelo Angelo - a mockery of the torture inflicted on him by Mundus. And then there was the more recent events of how he fell apart and split into two sides...

Brother Urizen had called him and in a way they were brothers. Two sides of a man pushed beyond what he could endure, broken by the pride he couldn't let go of. V sighed softly, shaking his head and felt the pull as the huge demonic bird formed and settled on the van's hood. ]

There you go again, dwelling. What did I tell ya?

Yes, well, that is a trait I do share with him as much as he denies it.

[ Nero's silent for that. He's ... not really sure how to take any of this. The fact that his uncle and his father were so goddamn bloodthirsty like this was weird, to put it very lightly. There's more to it, he knows that much. That's blatantly obvious watching those two.

He's snapped out of his thoughts when Griffon apparently makes his appearance, perched on the hood of the van, and Nero turns around to give the demon bird a weird look. ]

The hell? Since when did the chicken come back?

[ Blame it on the devils in their blood. Even Nero and himself have it, though not to the same level of glee the twins have shone. Demons like to fight, and the stronger the demons, the more they will fight.

Besides them, the demonic bird made a harsh cawing form of laughter, feathers ruffling and he shifted around. ]

What? You think we'd let Shakespeare here going running around without protection?

I'm not that helpless even without you, now.

Juuuust tell yourself that.

[ V rolled his eyes and tapped Griffon on the beak with his cane before flicking his hair out of his face. ] I would look more like you if they weren't around, at least enough for people to wonder if we were brothers.

How the hell am I supposed to know? And you'd better watch it, otherwise Nico's gonna start making custom gadgets just to make your life hell.

[ He's seen her do it. And not from experience, shut up ]

... oh yeah, when you summon that giant fuck-off golem. I guess I can kinda see it.

I'm sooo scared.

Griffon.

[ The demonic bird squawks and settles to groom his feathers, his grumbles muffled as he did so. V smiles slightly and then holds a hand out. His hair silvers and a few tattoos fade to thin scarred lines as a small golem forms in his hand. ]

Nightmare? Yes. He does give me a different look than the rest of the Sparda kin, doesn't he?

[ The small golem stalks across his hand and grabs a finger as he leans down to look at the ground. ]

I am getting better at controlling them now. It may be due to the easing of some burdens.

[ Nero rolls his eyes at Griffon's offense before his gaze flickers over to where V was and has a mini-Nightmare appear. ]

Something like that.

[ He walks over to the side of the garage and stretches before picking up a polishing cloth and already disassembling Blue Rose while he speaks. ]

I guess that makes sense, though.