in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Oh? Wait, that's right," Danta says, snapping his fingers in recognition. "I guess you'd have lived through a few of those Longnights, huh. How would you describe it?" It and the Grounds in general, he supposes, because the place has changed since the war, let alone since the Maverick's time.
Scrunching his nose in both understanding and in a notion of that's a shame (he'd quite like it if the Grounds could be a tourist destination, honestly, and for a multitude of reasons along the spectrum of morality), Danta gives his drink a stir before downing the rest of it. "Ah, you like it?" He beams, also thoroughly proud of the bonfire the people of the Grounds had put together.
"Might make Deepfrost a little easier on the Ancients. Figured it was worth having something like it around." See, Nancy? He cares plenty.
Scrunching his nose in both understanding and in a notion of that's a shame (he'd quite like it if the Grounds could be a tourist destination, honestly, and for a multitude of reasons along the spectrum of morality), Danta gives his drink a stir before downing the rest of it. "Ah, you like it?" He beams, also thoroughly proud of the bonfire the people of the Grounds had put together.
"Might make Deepfrost a little easier on the Ancients. Figured it was worth having something like it around." See, Nancy? He cares plenty.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
