By reflex, he lifts his right hand-- normal, human-looking, freshly regrown with the power of his Devil Trigger. But it's not about the presence of his arm. It's about assaulting him without a single word. Leaving him bleeding and screaming on the floor of his garage for Nico and Kyrie to find. Putting him in a two-week coma. Stealing his Devil Bringer, the twisted demonic arm that, while it had caused Nero a great deal of trouble, was the power he used to stop the Order, save his girl, protect the ones he loved. It left him weakened and seething and led to Dante's "deadweight" remark, a devastating blow to his confidence at a time he needed it the most.

So yeah. An apology would be nice. He's not holding his breath, but not waving it off as an impossibility, either.

"I didn't want to." He glances away. "I wanted the chance to talk to him. Him and Dante were going to take each other out, but I stopped them, too. Family killing family shouldn't be the first resort."