[Nero was not nearly as fortunate. He was feeling far from content--"conflicted" was a better word for it as he wrestls with his thoughts towards Pyrrha and the conversation they just had.]

[He eventually decides to ignore her, once again turning his back to her as he stares down with loathing at his Devil Bringer.

After a few minutes he wills out his phantom arm, stretching it several feet above his head. The blue glow from both his Devil Bringer and its projection were enough to give an eerie cast to the roof around them.

Nero held his hand there, wondering if maybe Pyrrha would get frightened and leave.]