[As Pyrrha takes a seat across from Nero, he suddenly pauses in his eating. The sensation of his arm was still present, almost but not quite painful. It was more intense than anything, and for a moment he can hear that voice resonating from within him. It wanted power.

His arm never did this before, not like this. Something was different about Pyrrha. It was a powerful sensation, it almost reminded him of...

Nero goes back to eating, although he's clearly thinking intently about all this.]