[narrations + overflow]

[darkinferno]

[A collection of narration bits that don't belong anywhere else from Dante/Riku's time in Recollé.]

[Or, a personal overflow.]

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[darkinferno]

[ Dante is quiet for several minutes as he mulls the words over. For Kiyomitsu, it might be out of the ordinary from the way Dante usually presents himself--where he's usually cocksure and reckless, he's giving this serious thought.

"It's not like we're totally different people..." No. It's not. And that's part of what has him so worried, the feeling that he might become the boy he's having memories of. The boy who had friends, and lost them, who died and wandered alone in this afterworld where it was only him and this witch.

The boy who ended up alone because his heart was empty, suffocated by darkness. ]

Yeah, I guess so. We aren't totally different.

I don't know about you, but I still don't want to be him instead of me, though.

[sharplydressed]

[It is a little unusual to see this kind of somberness, but it's not too surprising. In the face of so many changes - and who even knows what kind Dante himself is facing? - he's sure most people would prefer to distance themselves, pretend it isn't happening.]

Nah, I agree.

[He doesn't particularly feel inclined to continue remembering the things he's remembering, when so much of it revolves around battle and bloodshed.]

...But there's not much we can do right now. Guess that's why we're gonna have to keep checking back to see what we missed, yeah? They're gonna slip up eventually, those guys. There's no way they won't.

[darkinferno]

Yeah.

[He nods.]

That's why we can't let up, no matter how much they try to prevent us from checking up on them.

Let's go. We'll see what they've slipped up on today.