[He's gone back to picking through the nearest pile of rubble, only half-listening when Dante tells him to stay out of trouble. With a raised eyebrow and a glance over his shoulder, it takes a moment for the gears to turn, and what Dante said really sinks in.]

What, you're serious? You think the guy who ripped my arm off is really all that concerned about me?

[To be fair to Vergil... it's not like they had much time to talk. At all. But somehow Nero isn't terribly convinced he's all that important in his father's regard, except on principle maybe.]

I'll believe that when I see it. He can take it up with me whenever he feels like it.