[His own eyes look to something distant with Dante's reply as he fights to keep his cynicism contained, but it's gone by the time he returns his attention to them, and then they've given him an entirely new thing to focus on—the green liquid, certainly, but every implication to the decision, every aspect that Dante can't know. How he knows of their dedication, their "duty" to pull those others back from death. The fact that he's more than capable of defending himself. The fact that he already has what this would grant him.
A complicated expression comes to his face, touched and dismayed and confused all at once.]
Dante, [he starts, uncertainty in his astonished reply as he holds his hand up to block the offer.] No, you—don't need to worry about me.
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A complicated expression comes to his face, touched and dismayed and confused all at once.]
Dante, [he starts, uncertainty in his astonished reply as he holds his hand up to block the offer.] No, you—don't need to worry about me.