[It's hard for Dante to admit. He doesn't like not understanding how the two of them were drawn there, how they were pulled under the influence of whatever was the source of all of that. He doesn't like the memory that's just swept him, either, or how eerily similar the entire experience feels.]
Whatever you thought was out there... it isn't. That's all.
[Why does he keep getting wrapped up with this kid? Dante folds his arms, looking away from Sora, his voice growing a little harder.]
I don't know what you thought you heard out there. But it was stupid to go chasing after it.
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[It's hard for Dante to admit. He doesn't like not understanding how the two of them were drawn there, how they were pulled under the influence of whatever was the source of all of that. He doesn't like the memory that's just swept him, either, or how eerily similar the entire experience feels.]
Whatever you thought was out there... it isn't. That's all.
[Why does he keep getting wrapped up with this kid? Dante folds his arms, looking away from Sora, his voice growing a little harder.]
I don't know what you thought you heard out there. But it was stupid to go chasing after it.
[Never mind that he's just as stupid.]