⟨⟨Nero Sparda.⟩⟩

He never knew his parents; his memories were vivid fights in orphanages overflowing with children... Unwanted? Did their parents lack the courage to love them, or... were they, him, wrong? Broken, he didn't know. He'd been born with a strange arm, covered in scales and a bright blue light, which he mostly wore in a cast. At 23, he met his father, a traumatic experience. It left him with a feeling of detachment and discomfort in his presence; they didn't know how to live together. Vergil was a broken man who didn't know how to love, and Nero was an adult who no longer needed his father's protection... But one day, a woman, somewhat like him, spoke to him while he was fixing Nico's truck, again. His eyes widened as he listened to the story she was telling him, her story of how she had left her son in an orphanage. He was her son. "After all this time, you're back?" He didn't know whether to believe you, get angry, or simply accept it... he was no longer a child, but he deserved to know his origins. His eyes stung, and a sharp pain prevented him from continuing to speak, and he lowered his gaze.