[They glance behind them, flames flickering in the low light, then back to the... very dead-looking young man.]

< I'm... used to it. It's our usual way of fighting things. > [Fight and fight until they find a weakness to exploit, and exploit it. Rewind and redouble the effort. As many times as it takes. Or until Dante themselves--] < Just not used to seeing it from the outside is all. >

[A half-truth. The sight of it all brings up so many thoughts, they don't know where to begin. They can barely sort them all out in their head themselves.]

< But, um, are you sure you're okay? You look a little... >