[ It's really the worst that could have happened. Getting wrapped up in all of this.
Not Dante, no--it's always Nero, isn't it? It's not like he's an easy target, but he's the kind of guy who doesn't keep this own business if something bothers him and tends to get into the worst kind of trouble. It's one thing for people to go missing--not good in general--but it's another thing for Nero to go missing.
And still be gone.
People like them aren't kept down easily. So shit's bad. Shit's got to be bad.
But what is he going to do about it? What is Dante going to do about it? He's been quietly following the dialogue going on between the Summoned and there's still no clear indication of where he needs to point his metaphorical sword. And the more time it takes, the longer things can go south. Nero's a strong kid. But he's not invincible.
So he's there thinking. Not in the bath--he's not in the mood to feel serene--but instead in the dining hall idly poking at some sort of stew porridge thing they've serving that day. Not in his usual corner sharing his wares.
He hears a familiar voice and looks up--
--new guy, right. Going to help him spread the Good Word of the Za.
Got to keep up appearances. Dante offers a weary half-smile. ]
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Not Dante, no--it's always Nero, isn't it? It's not like he's an easy target, but he's the kind of guy who doesn't keep this own business if something bothers him and tends to get into the worst kind of trouble. It's one thing for people to go missing--not good in general--but it's another thing for Nero to go missing.
And still be gone.
People like them aren't kept down easily. So shit's bad. Shit's got to be bad.
But what is he going to do about it? What is Dante going to do about it? He's been quietly following the dialogue going on between the Summoned and there's still no clear indication of where he needs to point his metaphorical sword. And the more time it takes, the longer things can go south. Nero's a strong kid. But he's not invincible.
So he's there thinking. Not in the bath--he's not in the mood to feel serene--but instead in the dining hall idly poking at some sort of stew porridge thing they've serving that day. Not in his usual corner sharing his wares.
He hears a familiar voice and looks up--
--new guy, right. Going to help him spread the Good Word of the Za.
Got to keep up appearances. Dante offers a weary half-smile. ]
The usual crowd's thinned a little.
[ You know like. Half of the Summoned. ]