Nero felt like he’s way too old (at twenty-something years old) to be doing what he’s doing, but right now he doesn’t really care. He didn’t want to be a babysitter, but Dante’s “persuasion” (or insistence) proved to be too much for the young man, as he eventually caved in. He doesn’t regret it at all, and he’s even enjoying the little training session he’s having with the kid that his uncle asked him to take care of. He doesn’t really know where the child came from, or where the old man got them from, but he likes them enough to make an effort to be patient. They aren’t very bothersome, anyways.

“Look at my hand, yeah? See how I’m grabbing the pistol? He asks, holding the Blue Rose, and showing his smaller student the right way to grip it. He’s glad to have someone to show off his abilities to, and he even feels a bit paternal. Just a little bit, though, and he won’t admit it to anyone.

“Dante has probably shown you how to do this before, but my technique is easier.” ”And probably better”, he thinks, but he doesn’t voice his mildly arrogant thoughts regarding his uncle.

“We’ll continue practicing this later, but for now we’re going to rest. I don’t want you to tire yourself out, yeah?”

He’s not just “a little bit” paternal. But he’s still not going to accept it. He would get endlessly mocked by the others, and he’s beginning to think that Dante had some hidden motives to let him take care of a kid.