[The problem is he's so used to his own horrible grandpas that he expects this one to simply sidestep the issue without even pressing.
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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... so it would seem.
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[ He dodged out on most of it just from being dead. ]
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[as though jiji isn't fine just bc bradley got to let him scoot by without talking about it]
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[The problem is he's so used to his own horrible grandpas that he expects this one to simply sidestep the issue without even pressing.
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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great memory timing.
because mikazuki is, in fact, a terrible grandpa who will happily sidestep the conversation now when presented with the memory.
his expression is, ultimately, fond.]
... would you call it love, Bradley Bain?
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It's been a long, long time since that memory. Centuries ago, even. Back when Nero was still new, and his bandits were still together.]
Yeah.
[What other word is there, for a feeling like that? Devotion? It doesn't feel strong enough.
Even now, he will always be on Nero's side.]
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it makes mikazuki smile, and he can't help but wonder - ]
How would you describe the feeling?
[what is love to a bandit of hundreds of years?]
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Hmm... Warm? Dunno what home is really supposed to be like, but... comfortable.
[While Bradley would do a lot for Nero's sake, he can't find it in him to settle down.]
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[if he's being sincere about it]
When all your world is at war, it can be nice to have solace.
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[He won't disagree with that.]