Since sometime in the mines. A little over a couple weeks, maybe.

[Time is an illusion and all that--except Dante's still not entirely certain how long they spent in the mines before they made it to the swamp, or how long they were trapped in the mansion for. Too many nights of interrupted sleep, too many naps caught when they could find a moment's peace. He only knows the date as it stands now thanks to his phone.]

It's... the memories. And the stuff that happened in that mansion. It's all running together.