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[ family should stop at your father leaving you and your mother up the lurch without a light and then returning to literally tear you limb from limb.

But that's clearly only Vergil's opinion, though, because Nero just... pushes forward. Grabbing his arm. Explaining himself. of course he remembers the fight on the qliphoth--it was one of his brightest, most vivid memories, after all.

And then, above all else, the boy speaks Italian at him. The words are clearly practiced, like he'd been going over this sentence numerous times before even attempting to speak them at Vergil.

So it's enough to stun the fussy antiquarian into a sort of awed--maybe even ashamed silence. He quickly tears his eyes away from the other, as if to hide the expression, or at least pull it away enough so he can reign it in. Quiet. Frustrated. ]

...Family who deserves you should be everything to you. [ he closes his eyes. Letting out a very tired, quiet sigh. Almost a sound like defeat--because it's this moment that he knows; just by the determination and drive in Nero's voice--the look in those grey-silver eyes?

There's no arguing with the boy.
No matter what he says here.... he won't win.

And oh, how he loathes to lose.
So perhaps. Admitting defeat this one time is not such a terrible thing. ]

Both with sword and word. I cannot best you.
That is... entirely frustrating.
I used to believe that the son could never hope to surpass the father. And yet, irritatingly...

[sassery]

[There is a desperate need to connect, to reassure, to prove a point. That the worse things could happen and Nox would still consider him family, still want to know him, still want to be beside him.

Perché questa famiglia è tutto per me. It was a sentence he'd been practicing for weeks, if he were honest. To finally proudly admit, one day, in a conversation, how important his family is to him. This wasn't exactly what he had planned, but it suits the situation all the same.

At Vergil's first words, he shakes his head, a soft smile showing on his face.]

I don't care about deserving. You're my family. That's what matters to me.

[But, the way Vergil looks away from him, how he exhales and doesn't continue in arguing- the tension in Nox's shoulders eases, and he breathes a sigh of relief on hearing that sort of defeat.]

Hey. [Nox leans forward a little at that, hand going to Vergil's shoulder, before finally gently bumping his forehead against his father's.] Not on this, yeah. You won't convince me, no matter what.

[And then, he gives a bit of a shit-eating grin.]

Still doesn't mean I won't kick your ass anytime we fight, old man. [A beat.] Since you still insist on keeping score and all that.