[Yellow eyes snap back to Dante, an expression on his face somewhere between horror and desperation. Knowing what he does of Dante and their home, it might even be true that they'd be willing to stand by him, even if they did know all the horrible things he's done in the name of his goal. If he even could change.]
No.
[Just as with anything that reaches down to his core, he can do nothing but reject it, especially now when all he wants is to give up. (Isn't it?) Dark energy like a spark crackles briefly away from him as he raises his voice, almost commanding.]
There is no forward! [Weaker, halfway to a whisper as his shoulders shudder,] There can't be. I can't—
[He grasps his head with the semi-formed shadow of one hand and the visible flesh and blood of the other, the cloud of his lower half starting to melt away into the ground as if to escape the prospect while he can.]
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No.
[Just as with anything that reaches down to his core, he can do nothing but reject it, especially now when all he wants is to give up. (Isn't it?) Dark energy like a spark crackles briefly away from him as he raises his voice, almost commanding.]
There is no forward! [Weaker, halfway to a whisper as his shoulders shudder,] There can't be. I can't—
[He grasps his head with the semi-formed shadow of one hand and the visible flesh and blood of the other, the cloud of his lower half starting to melt away into the ground as if to escape the prospect while he can.]