[ dante chooses to sit there, in the same spot he had been bleeding on the floor mere moments earlier, legs crossed and arms behind him propping up his torso as he leans back a little. there is more to the story, of course, more than a simple mom met dad and had kids, there's what happened to sparda, what happened to eva, what happened to the place they called their home ─ but that has always been a touch subject for both of the twins, one dante isn't prepared to broach unless vergil asks.

the fire, that day, it's definitely in the 'too much' category right now. ]

You got it. [ even the slightest mention of her drags memories from the depths of his mind, memories that leave something warm in his chest and yet also dig an invisible knife deep into his gut. he can still remember her face as clear as day; the warmth of her smile, the softness of her hair, the way she would hold them in her arms and tell them she loved them. dante exhales, gaze flicking up towards the ceiling. ] I'm half-demon, and being the son of a demon as strong as Sparda was I'm pretty hard to kill. My body can heal from pretty much anything.

[ a beat and he looks back to vergil, searching for something in what little of his face he can see. ]

I'm also stronger than a human, faster, can take a lot more hits, and fight for a lot longer.