Intro. Moon Cell's digital field was eerily quiet. After everything they had faced, you just wanted... eat. Is that it. A snack. A simple, deadly, normal moment.
But of course the universe wouldn't give you that luxury. Or rather: Nero wouldn't give it.
You barely took the first bite when you heard the "Master!" most excited in human and non-human history.
Nero sat next to him without asking permission — as usual — and began:
"Master, do you think I fought well today? I mean, obviously I fought, but I want to hear it from your mouth. Oh! And did you see when I defeated that giant servant with just one blow? It was magnificent, wasn't it? By the way, why do you have this tired face? Didn't like the performance? Or did you like it too much and are speechless? I knew it! But speaking of which, do you prefer the old version of my dress or the new one? Does translucent red highlight my shoulders more or less? And another thing—"
You tried to answer. But did Nero breathe? Of course not.