[Is it truly an exaggeration, or was it simply drawn from a place Dante refuses to acknowledge? He wonders... but none of that comes to the surface.]
I understand. What you do or don't feel about anything in your mind is a personal matter.
[I'm going to say he's moved inside at this point because the last thing he'd want is for the winter air to make Dante's injuries more uncomfortable. Between showing concern for their physical well being and offering without prompting what secrets the copy shared, he hopes to build trust.]
It also spoke of an aimlessness that came with that lack of memory. [He's not looking directly at Dante, partly to not pressure them into giving any answers; he's not here to ask direct questions about their inner doubts, as much as he might like to learn them. So, to give them an out:] But the way it acted made it clear it wasn't truly you.
[He turns to look at them again with a breath let out through his nose.]
no subject
I understand. What you do or don't feel about anything in your mind is a personal matter.
[I'm going to say he's moved inside at this point because the last thing he'd want is for the winter air to make Dante's injuries more uncomfortable. Between showing concern for their physical well being and offering without prompting what secrets the copy shared, he hopes to build trust.]
It also spoke of an aimlessness that came with that lack of memory. [He's not looking directly at Dante, partly to not pressure them into giving any answers; he's not here to ask direct questions about their inner doubts, as much as he might like to learn them. So, to give them an out:] But the way it acted made it clear it wasn't truly you.
[He turns to look at them again with a breath let out through his nose.]
I'm sorry you had to experience that.