Nero sat back down again, listening to Dante intently, eyes in a focused narrow while he assumed a worried expression again. Older twin brother, that thing sounded like it came from some nasty soap opera. Especially if this guy meant so much trouble as to make Dante feel as awkward about telling Nero about him.
"I'd say it is, hadn't I seen some pretty weird stuff around here, too. Crazy equals to normality here," he said, lifting his hands at shoulders level and shrugging those as well.
"What happened back then, when you were nineteen years old?" He asked him softly, his gut telling him that the date was important and that it was a crucial point. Not to mention that... Dante with Nero's age... he was kind of curious about what kind of person he was at the time.