[se] cauldron of ghosts

Dantalion

but you can't be free

Maybe absolutely means yes in this instance, and Danta's fanged grin says he knows as much. Already he's busy being impressed by something else the Sword is doing, though, the Ancient tilting his head at the container Deimos produces out of thin-fucking-air. "Say, is there anything you can't do?" he wonders, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them to himself. (Usually he might be a bit more bold, but he bets the Sword could turn him into a frog if he wants to).

"Supposed to?" he echoes of the Longnight monsters. "Sounds like they did half a job if it's not clear if they succeeded. Did none of the other gods want to get involved? I know Longnight is a sort of vacation for them, but still, a bit of help beforehand might have been nice."

'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!