[He threads his fingers together and waits patiently, eyes on the unmoving hands of their face as they ponder. And it's a nice enough answer that they come up with, a few topics to follow up on coming to mind immediately, but also—
Their missions. Missions where their team dies again and again, so Dante dies again and again—more times than I can count. He has to sit here and pretend he doesn't know about any of that. He has no other option, because everything would collapse if he let himself be connected to that thing he is, past all the walls he's built with the pleasant facade.
So, he pretends like he always does, only pausing momentarily before he continues with interest:]
Was there anywhere you liked going in particular, or was it different every time?
[Perhaps they can't eat, but there's still something to be said about the atmosphere of a restaurant, particularly when going with a group of people.]
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Their missions. Missions where their team dies again and again, so Dante dies again and again—more times than I can count. He has to sit here and pretend he doesn't know about any of that. He has no other option, because everything would collapse if he let himself be connected to that thing he is, past all the walls he's built with the pleasant facade.
So, he pretends like he always does, only pausing momentarily before he continues with interest:]
Was there anywhere you liked going in particular, or was it different every time?
[Perhaps they can't eat, but there's still something to be said about the atmosphere of a restaurant, particularly when going with a group of people.]