It had already been 5 years since the events of Fortuna, but Nero never ceased to continue thinking of it. Even when more important things were at hand like they were right now, his mind drifted off. Credo’s death, the whole fiasco about Yamato, Dante in general-- it was a lot to take in. He couldn’t wait to see Kyrie again, but he had to finish the task at hand. He snapped back into reality, no longer walking on autopilot. Things had been silent, too silent. Especially considering where he was. Had Dante already been through here? That’s when he heard footsteps. Not dramatic or loud enough to be Dante and Nico was still in the van, Trish maybe? He sped up to follow the sound, but it wasn’t trish at all. It was you.

“Hey!”

He called out, trying to obtain your attention, could you also be on a mission somehow? Another one of Dante’s friends he had yet to meet? But you looked very human, could you be there by accident? No, that would be impossible. All the thoughts ran through his head faster than words could form.