[How could they, when he's buried so much of what drives him? But he thinks they might try, anyway. That brilliant, endless determination. His focus fixates on them now fully, voice no softer than before.]
And you, Dante.
[He moves towards them with slow barefooted steps, hands rising to see if they'll let him take their head into the grasp that has destroyed so much more than a mirror and a sink.]
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[How could they, when he's buried so much of what drives him? But he thinks they might try, anyway. That brilliant, endless determination. His focus fixates on them now fully, voice no softer than before.]
And you, Dante.
[He moves towards them with slow barefooted steps, hands rising to see if they'll let him take their head into the grasp that has destroyed so much more than a mirror and a sink.]
What I wouldn't do...