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Dante Rantanen

"Hey, you've reached Dante. I'm not in right now--you know what to do."

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[Dante frowns. He really is trying to give this the weight it deserves, even as hard as it is to piece together fragments of memory that aren't even his own.]

Hold on, I'm gonna need a little more detail. What do you mean, he wanted to see you fall? Was that the first... monster you'd ever killed? Or was it some sort of outlier that he was a person who'd turned into one?

[Sure, he remembers killing tons of Heartless. But he also remembers how each of them was once a person, and how destroying a Heartless released the heart that had been trapped inside of it. It was what had needed to be done, right?]

What makes you so sure he was suffering?

[openhanded]

He said that once I killed him a new Lord of Calamity would be born.

[Dante doesn't know about malevolence or anything-- maybe he should back up a bit.]

Malevolence comes from human hearts. Negative emotions like rage and jealousy can fester, and then they poison the world around them. When people give into their malevolence, that's what turns them into hellions. Even plants and wildlife can be corrupted and turn into monsters. Malevolence taints everything.

But it doesn't have to be permanent. I-- I made a pact with someone so I could the power of purification. I can usually... reverse all that. But he was so strong. I knew I was outmatched.

[He curls his fingers into a fist on top of the table-- the same one that bears the white Shepherd's glove.]

It was something I said. I could've been mistaken, but I truly and honestly believed he was suffering. I said I was sorry it was the only way to save him from 'eternal solitude'. [He closes his eyes for a moment.] He... really hated that I fought back.

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[It sounds a little bit like the darkness. Dante listens, his frown deepening, as Sorey explains. People giving in to their darkness... is that how the Heartless are created, too? And if Sorey could purify those monsters... does that mean that maybe there's a way of "purifying" a Heartless?

Mentally he shakes his head--these hellions of Sorey's and the Heartless aren't the same. It would be pretty stupid of him to assume that they're interchangeable!]

So normally you could purify them, but when you tried to purify him, it didn't work.

[He's quiet a moment, considering Sorey's words, and then he sits back in his seat.]

It sounds to me like you didn't really have a choice. What would have happened if you hadn't killed him? If it would've hurt other people...

Sometimes we have to make sacrifices to save other people.

[His voice goes quiet as he says that, his eyes cast down to look toward the table and Sorey's glove. It's still something he's struggling to deal with himself, that Ryoji had sacrificed himself to protect Ritsu. That the other him had wanted Mickey to kill him rather than to let him be used to hurt anybody. It's a harsh reality to face, but it's one they can't shy away from either. He wouldn't be surprised if they came up against that again... and if so, they've got to be prepared to face it.]

I can't tell you if that other Sorey was right or wrong. I don't know if this "Lord of Calamity" was really suffering or not. But... if that's what this other you really believed...

[All he can give is a shrug. He doesn't know. None of them can, really.]

He at least wasn't doing it for the wrong reason.

[openhanded]

[He nods solemnly.] I'm still putting the pieces together, but it sounded like the land itself was corrupted, and because of that, everything was dying. We had to stop him somehow, and this was the only way we knew of.

[Sorey's tone makes it clear that he doesn't like that answer, but those are the facts. He would never have settled on it if there was an alternative. And even then, he knows he wasn't entirely comfortable with it back then. He can remember exactly how he felt, because memories work that way... and he knows he hated himself for it, but he had to let it go.]

... I had my friends to guide me-- some of the best teachers I know. And they wouldn't let me do it if it was the wrong thing to do. You're right.

[He looks up from the table, then, his expression somewhat determined.]

I don't think anyone is beyond salvation. [He balls his gloved hand into a fist.] There might not have been a solution on my world at the time, or at least not something attainable, but... If there was something like this again, in Recollé, I think we should depend on each other. The limitations in my world might not exist in yours, and vice versa.

Maybe our past decisions have something to do with why we're here now. Maybe reaching out to each other is the only way to fix this.