[Thankfully for Vergil's sense of public dignity and Kyrie's ability to breathe, the outburst doesn't last too long. Nero releases them both, his wings vanishing, and stumbles back as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. Red-faced, tearstained, obviously and openly crying... If he's at all embarrassed about having made a huge, public, literally glowing spectacle of himself, it's not immediately apparent.
With a huge, ugly snort, he exhales. This is where he would be swearing profusely, were it not for the presence of Kyrie. Instead he grasps her hand (with the new, shiny right arm, confirming her earlier discovery) and gestures at her with the other.]
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With a huge, ugly snort, he exhales. This is where he would be swearing profusely, were it not for the presence of Kyrie. Instead he grasps her hand (with the new, shiny right arm, confirming her earlier discovery) and gestures at her with the other.]
Dad, this is Kyrie, the love of my life.
[... oh, right.]
I guess you... already met...