100 miles+
[CS for @redgrave-resident | Post!4]
It’s two days after the fall of the Order. It’s never been so clear to him before where he had to go and yet so vague. He knew answers weren’t here. They weren’t on the island known as Fortuna. They were far away and further still where he can begin to fathom. Dante has answers. That much he knows.
He helps clear out the demons before he packs his things, clears out his flat and withdraws all of his money. What he can afford to part with he gives to Kyrie to leave this place and what he has left he thinks is enough to get him a ticket (possibly) ...
That’s if Dante even lets him.
There’s little to nothing that he knows about Dante, even less still since what he does know only surfaces more questions at him. Tonight he’s walking to clear his mind. Walking along the cleared rubble, Nero rubs his face and kicks the odd piece here and there. He certainly doesn’t feel alone, but he hears no one else. “Come out.” he mutters. “I’m not in a shitty mood. Promise.”
