Was the one with all the hammocks. Pretty good tea-
[And now a memory.
It's freezing cold, winter, ice, and snow. You're in Northern Country, your homeland. You're with a younger Nero, looking exhausted from wherever it is you've just robbed. You pick him up and start carrying him back home. With one hand you offer him a ring with a dark black stone set into it.
"Here, it's that ring ya nabbed. You found yourself a real treasure. This right here's the Good Luck Ring. The savin' grace for us social outcasts. It'll protect ya no matter when or where, so it won't let its owner die."
Nero repeat it back to you, with wonder, "... The Good Luck Ring."
"Yeah." You figure you should tell him what kind of treasure he managed to find. It's his loot, despite him being part of your bandits.
A tired laugh from Nero, "Good to hear... If that's so... Then it's yours, Boss."
Of all the things you'd think to hear from him, that was certainly not one of them. There's a momentarily stunned silence as you continue getting back to your hideout.
"Please... make it out of here alive."
That's ridiculous. Nero absolutely doesn't need to give you this ring. You have no plans of dying anytime soon, and you're far too stubborn to need a ring like this. "Don't be a dumbass. I ain't got no need for someone else's luck."
Now it's Nero's turn to go silent.
Right, you should say something, make your thoughts clear. "If ya really wanna put that ring on my finger so bad, then ya better make it outta this alive, bend down on your knees and present it to me yerself. Selfless fools ain’t got no business bein’ bandits. Be greedy and cling to that life with all you’ve got. Don’t matter who condemns you. I’ll always have your back. Tell me ya don’t wanna die. Or, at the very least, tell me ya don’t want me to die." These are the things that matter to you. A bandit is somebody who selfishly clings to life, and takes for themselves and their own. It's that simple to you. Nero is yours to protect, and you mean every word of it. You will always have Nero Turner's back. No matter what happens in the future. It's not a promise, but between the two of you, it may as well be.
It takes him a moment to speak up, "I...I don't want you to die..." You feel him cling tightly onto you.
"Ahaha!! Then I guess we better make it back in one piece, yeah? You go an’ put that ring on my finger every time yer up for a big challenge, got it?!"]
[while he can't say he agrees with the entire sentiment... the protectiveness is sweet, and the desire for someone you care about to cling to their own life and worth. he pauses for a moment as the memory ends, before he gives bradley a smile.]
The two of you make a really good pair, but I guess you probably know that, huh?
[whatever he's about to say, it's forgotten as some more stardust settles around them, and they'll both receive a memory (16:22 - 19:25) of having a conversation with a boy at the side of a lake in the middle of a dark forest.]
[stares into the middle distance and takes a breath.]
Well, he turned into a tree because he messed up so much the earth itself placed a curse on him, and then he tried to force me to murder my fiance by saying he'd kill my mother if I didn't, so. Not great! He was definitely not great.
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[And now a memory.
It's freezing cold, winter, ice, and snow. You're in Northern Country, your homeland. You're with a younger Nero, looking exhausted from wherever it is you've just robbed. You pick him up and start carrying him back home. With one hand you offer him a ring with a dark black stone set into it.
"Here, it's that ring ya nabbed. You found yourself a real treasure. This right here's the Good Luck Ring. The savin' grace for us social outcasts. It'll protect ya no matter when or where, so it won't let its owner die."
Nero repeat it back to you, with wonder, "... The Good Luck Ring."
"Yeah." You figure you should tell him what kind of treasure he managed to find. It's his loot, despite him being part of your bandits.
A tired laugh from Nero, "Good to hear... If that's so... Then it's yours, Boss."
Of all the things you'd think to hear from him, that was certainly not one of them. There's a momentarily stunned silence as you continue getting back to your hideout.
"Please... make it out of here alive."
That's ridiculous. Nero absolutely doesn't need to give you this ring. You have no plans of dying anytime soon, and you're far too stubborn to need a ring like this. "Don't be a dumbass. I ain't got no need for someone else's luck."
Now it's Nero's turn to go silent.
Right, you should say something, make your thoughts clear. "If ya really wanna put that ring on my finger so bad, then ya better make it outta this alive, bend down on your knees and present it to me yerself. Selfless fools ain’t got no business bein’ bandits. Be greedy and cling to that life with all you’ve got. Don’t matter who condemns you. I’ll always have your back. Tell me ya don’t wanna die. Or, at the very least, tell me ya don’t want me to die." These are the things that matter to you. A bandit is somebody who selfishly clings to life, and takes for themselves and their own. It's that simple to you. Nero is yours to protect, and you mean every word of it. You will always have Nero Turner's back. No matter what happens in the future. It's not a promise, but between the two of you, it may as well be.
It takes him a moment to speak up, "I...I don't want you to die..." You feel him cling tightly onto you.
"Ahaha!! Then I guess we better make it back in one piece, yeah? You go an’ put that ring on my finger every time yer up for a big challenge, got it?!"]
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The two of you make a really good pair, but I guess you probably know that, huh?
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[whatever he's about to say, it's forgotten as some more stardust settles around them, and they'll both receive a memory (16:22 - 19:25) of having a conversation with a boy at the side of a lake in the middle of a dark forest.]
—Oh, that one.
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[There's a pause.]
's that what it's like havin' a mom?
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[the question makes him pause, though, something flickering in his expression for a moment before he shrugs.]
I don't think there's one universal type of parent.
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[Off he went sowing his seed.]
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Well, he turned into a tree because he messed up so much the earth itself placed a curse on him, and then he tried to force me to murder my fiance by saying he'd kill my mother if I didn't, so. Not great! He was definitely not great.
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