[ he can tell he struck a particularly raw cord with dante. a part of him even feels bad about it--it was an obvious comment to make, but he also felt he needed to have it said. Was it because he didn't want to disappoint this man who's clearly lost something important? Or was it because some part of him, deep down and hidden, wanted to take the man down a peg? Whatever it was, he frowns inwardly about it.

He'll pull the man to his feet, and he'll take a moment before letting go of his hand, returning it to the towel he's not put down since all of this started.

Finally looking the other in the eye again. ]

I can tell. [ a pause. ] That I was an asshole. ...Not that I am overly kind, currently, sharing space with you is still something I'm getting used to, given you really can't keep your hands off my things.

[ isnt this a familar line. ]

But I digress.
I'm certain I'll get used to it. The memories I am getting aren't going to go away, and in a way, perhaps it's better if you're here, than... off somewhere else, being an idiot. Getting in someone elses' way.

[ what does that even MEAN. ]

As an aside.
I came to Kaisou in search for power. It isn't a drive I had before I ... woke up with silver hair and the magic I do have.
I'm not sure why I have the drive now, but it's there.