[He doesn't know if anything can truly reassure him—or even if he should be reassured. Dante's attempt still means something, despite that, and he lets out a hum of agreement after a moment, the slightest of smiles on his face as if to reassure them.]
You're right. I know that when it comes down to it. But it's good to hear it from someone else now and again.
[He doesn't say that he's been holding back. Like he feels like he might be able to tear himself out of this place—but that it might be at a price he isn't willing to pay. He could be doing more. He could always be doing more.
He lets out a slow breath, letting his gaze move to the darker corner of the room before returning his attention to his companion.]
What about you, Dante? [He knows their team is alive and well, because Dante takes all that on their own shoulders. He remembers their poor joke about managing to avoid getting hurt. He finds himself asking anyway.] Are you and yours alright, back home?
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You're right. I know that when it comes down to it. But it's good to hear it from someone else now and again.
[He doesn't say that he's been holding back. Like he feels like he might be able to tear himself out of this place—but that it might be at a price he isn't willing to pay. He could be doing more. He could always be doing more.
He lets out a slow breath, letting his gaze move to the darker corner of the room before returning his attention to his companion.]
What about you, Dante? [He knows their team is alive and well, because Dante takes all that on their own shoulders. He remembers their poor joke about managing to avoid getting hurt. He finds himself asking anyway.] Are you and yours alright, back home?