[He listens to the poetry, even as it goes in one ear and out the other. It's... it's hard, and Vergil's gone into hiding, and Trish doesn't know how to deal with this sort of thing. Nero is very much on his own in his grief.

But V does have a point, and the touch on his arm causes him to relax, to ease some of the anger that is so visibly prominent in him. Little things mean so much in situations like these.]

.......he didn't. Vergil made sure of that, dumbass that he is. [Nero looks to V, sighing. He means this fondly but also? They're all a bunch of idiots.] You'd know how he'd feel after having to take care of his brother. He got reckless.

But he ended up saving my life when I took a blow for him.

[That's the important part. Because really, Nero may act like the jackass he is on the outside, but losing those he cares for scares him far more than he ever realizes. It's why he fights- to protect, to gain the strength to protect. Without that, what good is he at anything?]