[Vergil's hands fall away from Nero as he reaches up to rub his own eyes, leaving him unimpeded in gathering himself back up. There's a brief flicker of a smile as it seems everything has settled down. At least for now. It's certainly not going to be the last time the feeling of inadequacy rears its ugly head for either of them, and it would be foolish to assume otherwise. But at the very least, Nero is feeling better, and he believes Vergil for the moment that his opinion of Nero is not rooted in his strength or fighting prowess never mind his performance today. Not that there was anything actually poor about it to begin with. The fact he landed anything for his first time sparring with Vergil is impressive in its own right.]

[Perhaps he may believe Vergil's word more that he did well if he ends up sharing any of the training itself with Dante. He can't imagine his brother wouldn't praise Nero for getting in the dozen or so strikes he managed, knowing the difficulty Vergil poses with his speed alone. Nero ought to trust his opinion enough to know Dante isn't out to just inflate his ego, and Vergil was not merely saying as much in attempt to soothe a bruised ego.]

You've done well at it so far, [he says, transferring Yamato back to his hand.] Go on and collect your blade. If you're anything like your uncle, I imagine you've worked up an appetite by now.

Unless you'd like to just return home.