[You're really gonna ask him this on honesty week? This is a choice.
But it's also a choice for Nero to willingly answer him.]
North is basically lawless, I had good-for-nothin' parents, and siblings that probably weren't related to me by blood. I mean, I was basically a bum too, but I was lucky enough t' have magic. Left home early.
No reason to go back.
It's not really a rare story when it comes to wizards.
[There's a slight shrug of his shoulders as Disce cuddles up to Sholmes. A life like that is normal, especially for the Northerners. A hard life? There are worse than this baseline of misery.
Has Nero really found a space he can belong? Even with the other Sage's Wizards, it's not like he's entirely at ease there either.
If someone ignores me, I get lonely. If someone asks for my help, I feel anxious. I can't live near people, but when they don't want me around, I feel like my heart's being torn to pieces.
Nero does even know who he is as a person. How could he say he's found a place to settle down? He's always been uncomfortable in his own skin.]
[Disce cuddles up against him, and he'll sigh, reaching over to gently pet over her head.]
[A slice of home...]
I've lived in the same flat for over sixteen years. A place located on 221B Baker Street. It has been my home, and my daughter's home, for so long. Its difficult to say that I have a slice of it, when I always return to it. I suppose that's the closest thing I have, to the concept.
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week 6 post trial
Nero? May I come in?
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Once again he has his sheaf of wheat in his arms.
Disce pads over to mew at him.]
Yeah.
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[Irene pads in after him, in beagle form. He clicks his tongue at Nero laying on the floor, though.]
My dear fellow, don't you have a bed? [He's coming over to lean over him.] Do you want me to pull you up there? It'll be much more comfortable.
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Sometimes ya just wanna lay on the floor.
[That was the most stressful last hour of trial so far.]
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[A LONG SUFFERING SIGH]
Either I will pull you up to bed, or simply join you on the floor. What will it be?
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Fine, he's going to the bed.]
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[He's moving to sit next to him on the bed, Irene jumping up to sit next to him.]
...The wheat again, hm?
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Soothing 's all.
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...
My amulet.
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Isn't an amulet more...jewelry-like?
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Wizards who leave their mana area for a long time carry with them an amulet that models after their mana area.
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As in...what? Something that supplies magic?
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For me it's a wheat field dyed gold by slanting rays of sunlight.
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[His expression softens.]
That sounds beautiful, Nero.
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...
It is. Don't remember much about my hometown, but I do remember that.
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Was it a long time ago?
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Left it centuries ago and never went back.
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But it's also a choice for Nero to willingly answer him.]
North is basically lawless, I had good-for-nothin' parents, and siblings that probably weren't related to me by blood. I mean, I was basically a bum too, but I was lucky enough t' have magic. Left home early.
No reason to go back.
It's not really a rare story when it comes to wizards.
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[He nods, though. Coming from those circumstances, working hard to find yourself, find a place where you belong...it's understandable.]
At least...you have the fields of wheat to give you comfort. Something beautiful, through all those difficulties.
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Has Nero really found a space he can belong? Even with the other Sage's Wizards, it's not like he's entirely at ease there either.
If someone ignores me, I get lonely. If someone asks for my help, I feel anxious. I can't live near people, but when they don't want me around, I feel like my heart's being torn to pieces.
Nero does even know who he is as a person. How could he say he's found a place to settle down? He's always been uncomfortable in his own skin.]
Just a little slice of home. Somewhere soothing.
... Have something like that where you're from?
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[A slice of home...]
I've lived in the same flat for over sixteen years. A place located on 221B Baker Street. It has been my home, and my daughter's home, for so long. Its difficult to say that I have a slice of it, when I always return to it. I suppose that's the closest thing I have, to the concept.
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Never stayed in a house that long.
[What's it like to be able to put roots down?]
Miss it?
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[That's...sad.]
I do, yes. But what I miss most of all is my daughter. I'd trade my flat in an instant if I knew I could have her at my side.
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