[ it was a loneliness that he can't describe. having to put wolfwood's body in a shallow grave with a poor excuse of a marker over it--it wouldn't even have any visitors, other than vash. Left in the backyard of some abandoned cityhouse that was hollowed out and left a mess when it was abandoned.

He's only dealt with this emptiness for two years, but it felt like a lifetime. He cannot imagine how it'd feel for 20 years of that emptiness--but for now, he felt hollow, and he's holding onto dante as if he intends to drag the other into that hollow that's settled there. ]

I know he'll be upset about it. He's human, and he doesn't have the same... survivability we do.

But I'd rather just. Promise to protect him. And find something else to keep him from danger.
Rather than to see him take a deadly dose of that. Damnable medicine that burns him.

Thank you, Dante.

[ he breathes. ]

Let's go find him.
The sooner we do this, the better.