I'm not... [Nero's voice actually shakes, both from anger and from the pain her words cause him.
A hypocrite. He was a hypocrite, wasn't he? But he didn't ask for this arm. It wasn't fair--he didn't want it! Why, out of all of Fortuna, did it have to be him?
It pissed him off, and it hurt, and right now Pyrrha wasn't helping.]
I'm not a demon! [He screams as if that will make him believe it, and then, his chest heaving again, he starts to walk towards Pyrrha.]
And what about you, huh?! I can feel it--you're one of them.
[He sneers, pulling his Devil Bringer up so those claw-like, illuminated fingers of him clearly show. He can feel the power reverberating inside of it, wanting out.
Nero's not exactly sure how he does it, but when he throws his hand out at Pyrrha the glove and bandages hiding his arm rip to shreds. At the same second a giant ghost-like hand lurches out from over his elbow to grab her.]
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A hypocrite. He was a hypocrite, wasn't he? But he didn't ask for this arm. It wasn't fair--he didn't want it! Why, out of all of Fortuna, did it have to be him?
It pissed him off, and it hurt, and right now Pyrrha wasn't helping.]
I'm not a demon! [He screams as if that will make him believe it, and then, his chest heaving again, he starts to walk towards Pyrrha.]
And what about you, huh?! I can feel it--you're one of them.
[He sneers, pulling his Devil Bringer up so those claw-like, illuminated fingers of him clearly show. He can feel the power reverberating inside of it, wanting out.
Nero's not exactly sure how he does it, but when he throws his hand out at Pyrrha the glove and bandages hiding his arm rip to shreds. At the same second a giant ghost-like hand lurches out from over his elbow to grab her.]