There's a matching stab into Togusa's heart when he sees the look on Dante's face, the regret that wasn't even there when he was sitting in a police interrogation room. Forget the investigation for a minute, then, there's something more important. There's no look of pity on Togusa's face, but an open look of understanding when he nods.

"You won't. The one advantage you've got is that you get to learn from his mistakes, and yours. You remember doing something, that keeps you from doing it again. These are memories. Not premonitions. They're over and done with. So they don't have to happen again."

Togusa's hands go to his hips. "Even if we don't know every single piece of the context that led up to it? The little flashes of memory we're getting in isolation? We can still tell if something was unacceptable. And know not to do it ourselves."

Even if Togusa isn't willing to give in to it, himself, he can empathize with the fact that other people are. That what Ardyn, and Lucian, Yoon-sung, what they are seeing is resonating with them too strongly. And it's hard not to take it personally. And now Dante, too.