Nelo had spent a few days in quiet seclusion after his mild freak out. Finding out the truth of his existence had been hard at first. After another night of dry burned fish he finally demanded Dante let him try to do it. He had gone out and found a simple one time job, the Kedan didn't seem thrilled but Nelo had done as asked and took the little money he had made, with no idea he got ripped off. Setting out into the market to find a cook book first, then spices.

For once he was not in his armor, he was in the clothes he had been left by Anton after his operation, his white hair slicked back as he carefully reread the directions with a pan heating up. If he was going to die soon, ever the pessimist, then he would do this one thing right before he handed over his life.

A simple thing, he just wanted to make some tasty fish.