[How about they move out of the kitchen? This feels more like a sitting conversation. So Dante will meander toward somewhere cozy to sit before he responds, somewhere the both of them can sit side by side (and he raises his arm to beckon Vera to him, his arm ready to drape over her shoulders if she lets him). Because this... this is a hard reality, one that he still hasn't quite made peace with himself.]

I don't think it matters how strong we get. No matter what we do or how strong we are, we can't control the rest of the world. We can't always be fast enough, or make the right judgment call... there's always gonna be something else.

We're getting stronger, but that just means there are bigger challenges to face.