[Hand pressed against his eyes again, he tries to steady his mind and his breathing despite the intensity of that not-light Dante harbors, to focus on restoring himself. He can't sense the presence of whatever's causing this condition, which is part of why it keeps taking him by surprise.
To keep up with this, he is going to need much more rest than usual. How aggravating, when who knows what those snakes or the other Chosen might get up to in the meantime...
There's a reluctant acceptance in his slow, quiet response.]
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To keep up with this, he is going to need much more rest than usual. How aggravating, when who knows what those snakes or the other Chosen might get up to in the meantime...
There's a reluctant acceptance in his slow, quiet response.]
When this passes... I suppose I'll go home.