[Any other time and he wouldn't have gone into it. When it comes to the stuff he's remembering about his other self, Dante's been keeping his cards close to his chest. There's too much bad, too much he doesn't want to acknowledge as being real. But with everything that's happened over the past few weeks (and the help of the gin he's been drinking)... it slips out easier, just one more bad thing to add to everything else that's gone down. But even so, he's shrugging, trying to wave off Pen's concern.]

Whatever. It's no big deal, I'm doing fine. He's not me, right? We're different people.

[Not that he really believes that. How many times has he worried that he'd repeat the other Dante's mistakes? That he'll fall prey to the same traps and end up in the same place in the end?]

But there you go, the reason I don't like dealing with Sora. Every time I do it's more of these memories, and they're never good. Especially when he's in them.