in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Whatever Asta gets up to in the small hours is his business at this point - whatever deal they made when he first arrived at the Dusklight has long begun to fray, and now more than ever the Maverick is likely to look the other way. It isn't like he has Maea around to keep things to a certain standard now either, is it? "Last I checked, you could come and go from the Inner Quarter as you pleased, just as you could before Dygra's shield." He rolls his eyes.
As for the rest, Danta grumbles out a sigh and offers the cane back to Asta, clearly no longer in the mood to smash up his office. "She certainly does not," he agrees softly, to knowing him well enough. Or at all. And now it's more than likely that she never will. "If it does it's her own problem. At least she can't drag anyone else back into danger," he mutters.
As for the rest, Danta grumbles out a sigh and offers the cane back to Asta, clearly no longer in the mood to smash up his office. "She certainly does not," he agrees softly, to knowing him well enough. Or at all. And now it's more than likely that she never will. "If it does it's her own problem. At least she can't drag anyone else back into danger," he mutters.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
