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Darkness. Sweet, oblivious darkness. A distant shouting tore through, dragging him back to consciousness. Nero blinked his eyes open slowly. He was greeted by Dante's face hovering over his, brows furrowed in concern. Dante's expression broke into relief, followed by a grin. He cupped the back of Nero's neck and hauled him up into a sitting position. "Have a nice nap, kid?"
Nero's head swam briefly from the sudden change in position. His hand went to his head, fingers feeling wet and sticky. Dante gently pulled his hand away, looking him over. "How about we let that heal a bit."