"Tch...it's better that she left. I was really getting' tired of that disgusting odor." He drawls out, his voice laced with a staggering amount of irritation. Clearly he was too keen on the woman that had just been present before them. It was apparent in the way he spoke and held himself. Icy blue hues narrowed as he viciously glared at the back of her head. Unwillingly observing her as she limped down the side walk, it would seem the injuries she had gained were far more extensive than she was letting on. This further irritated him to no end. "..Side's…you don't need all of that unneeded stress."

Taking his eyes off of her, he crossed his arms over his somewhat muscled chest as he turned to look at the man that he had come to know as his partner, someone that with time and much effort, he learned to put his full conviction in the man. It was hard work for someone that did not trust so easy, but he had someone managed that feat. But as soon as he laid his eyes upon his comrade, he felt an unsettling amount of rage boiling with in his abdomen. Seeing concern for that woman flashing before those steely sapphire eyes of his ally, he seethed.

'He's worrying over that…that thing?!' He thought, doing his best to swallow his anger, not wishing to gain the wrath of his friend, but he knew from experience that what he said and how his actions gave away his true feelings. As of right now, his jaw was clenched, his body had become rather rigid and his aura was spiking. Trying to keep oneself in control to prevent their anger in check so they would not snap was a troubling endeavor.

Before he could speak up to try and comfort his friend, if that were at all possible...

"…-Kid, I'm gonna go out on a limb here. But I'm guessing you're not too used to worrying over people you work with." He ground out, glancing down at him as he pursed his lips. The tension in the younger male's body was nothing compared to the Elder's. Looking back to notice that she was just limping around a corner, he snorted in irritation. 'Should have cornered her and made sure those wounds were treated…' He spun on his heel, walking back into his shop as he tried to push down the unease that filled his soul. He had always been rather adept at knowing how to read the people he spent the most time with, knowing how they were feeling at all times, and if they had been injured. It bothered a few of them, but in the end, it was rather endearing. But when one works in close quarters together, enduring heart wrenching times, one does grow fond of their comrades.

Sauntering over to the large Mahogany desk positioned a few inches away from the back wall, he strode around to the outsized specially made chair, which he had personally ordered. Considering his size and factoring his weight into the equation, he had to have various possessions around his dwelling specifically crafted. He was not over weight mind you, nor was he bulky.

No. In truth, he was merely an extraordinarily tall male. Standing at a staggering 8 foot 9, he was significantly taller than any other male in the entire city. Rather intimidating. But it suited him well enough, if he chose to lean towards the more vicious side of his line of work. When he wasn't working and chose to be nice, he was actually a rather delightful to be around. He had a natural talent at gaining friends easily. He had a comparatively easy going nature. Something that was rare nowadays.

Taking a seat, he leaned back in his chair, lifting his legs up to rest on his desk. It was something that he always did at the end of a hard work day, or whenever he was just dealing with far too much stress. This had become the norm for him. As sad as it was to admit, dealing with the constant worry for his companions while they were out on the job, and fussing over those that were not like himself and doing such dangerous missions. He was prone to boughts of severe headaches, heart burn, ulcers, and barely sleeping.

He was not like most men, so such dilemmas were minimal to someone of his stature.

Just about the only time he had ever fallen ill, was when he had been injured with a weapon of the sanctified variety.

Simply put…an "allergy" to that of the Divine. Yes, an "allergy".

One would think that bit of information would stir some questions. But no one in this town ever got that close to him to know such delicate matters. He would only permit a small percentile to get that close to him. Taking into consideration to his traumatizing child hood, he had a great deal to be untrusting for.

But in the nineteen years that had passed, with much practice and exertion on his part, he had come to slowly trust a small circle of people. It had not been an easy endeavor, but he had persevered. In all honestly, he was proud of himself for mastering what he had thought to be an unattainable feat.

Whirling around to look upon the Elder male, he gave him look of incredulity. Icy blues narrowed, the color swirling within the cool depths. A various collection of multi-spectrum of an assortment of diverse shades of cobalt lit up, a startling contrast to that of his pale features. Onyx pupils spliced, resembling that of a feline. It was a remarkable sight to behold, but still quite a pleasing spectacle. "Just where the hell do you get off saying; I don't care about the people I work with?!" He snapped, tendrils of his silky, short silver hair beginning to bristle, giving way to the anger boiling beneath the surface. Once more, anger took hold of reason as he advanced on the Elder, the doors of the shop slamming shut behind him as he stomped over to the desk. He slammed both fists down upon the wide wood surface, causing the spots to splinter around his fists. Something he knew would no doubt infuriate his senior. He'd always loved riling the older male up, seeing the fire smoldering behind those smoky blue depths never ceased to cause a rush of excitement to burn within the deepest part of his person.

However in this instance, he was in no way trying to rile him, merely trying to defend his already tarnished honor and make his friend see that he was wrong in his snap judgment.

If that was even remotely achievable.

"You don't have to get along with anyone you work with, hell….I don't care if you even have a conversation outside of the job…but I damn sure expect you to treat each of the people we work with a bit of civility." He bit out, glowering at the silverette. There was a dark demeanor about him when he spoke of this subject, it had come up quite a bit since she had entered their group, it was not much, but he had suspected something dark about her, something he knew would end in her ruin. If he could stop it, attempt to save some part of her soul…then maybe he could have some redemption for his own soiled soul.

Nero stared the Elder down, something in the way he spoke, the way in which he sat there glowering at him spoke years of what the man had endured in this life… finally he heaved out a sigh as he brought his hand up, scratching the back of his head. "Fine, I get it. Just….there's something about her I don't like. It…doesn't sit well with me."

A low sigh fell from the Elder's lips just then, he knew everyone in his troupe was smart, that they had caught on to the little indosyncracies of those around them, but this was something else entirely. Tearing his gaze from the boy, he stared around his shop at the recent mess that had been made. He could tell what was his and what wasn't. Faded energy, bits of her aura lingered in the room, akin with the boys. Only Nero's energy was pure,…enough. Her's….left a sour taste in his mouth.

Thinking on it now,

he knew nothing about her…truly. Not where she liked to eat, the foods she enjoyed, what she enjoyed doing, or even where she lived. None of them knew anything real about her, save for the small moments they would see her coming to collect owed money from Dante. In those moments, they would see how she carried herself, how she moved, spoke and how the light in her eyes had dimmed over time. Occasionally she could be heard coughing and wheezing, the smell of her own blood lingered around her.

…Dante suspected the worst, Trish knew there was something more to this than she wanted to admit, Lady was not one to beat around the bush, but even she wouldn't approach her. None of them had dared to ask if she was alright, if there was something they could do to aid her. So in turn, she never came to them for aid on anything…

"…I know kid…I know." He whispered, dragging his hand through his silken silver hair, gazing down at the remnants of her energy, seeing it slowly fading. Something within him twinged in pain, he didn't want to see anything fade, he wanted to see everyone continue on their fight, to lean on him…but she…would never let him aid her…and it pained him more than he thought possible.