Everything's made to be broken

Dantalion

innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know

Of all the people in all of Caido, for Danta to be the one to have some kind of magic word or catch-all solution is nearly giddying to the Maverick, and he seals his laughter behind a large sip of his drink. "I think you've got the impression that this happens all day every day. It does not," he drawls, raising an eyebrow at her. "What Asta did was the exception, not the rule. He keeps his proclivities to the infirmary, in general." Not that it matters - Maea's decision is already made, and he thinks they both know it.

Sighing deeply and shrugging, Danta sets his glass down. "I'm not going to make you a cruel person. Only you can decide to be that. But the things you find so vile happen in every region, everywhere - murder, assault, torture - sometimes from the people who are meant to divvy out justice. What's an execution if not murder? What is a duel if not one person killing another?" He scoffs.

"Not being able to do nothing, though? I don't know if anyone here can help you with that. You might get lucky and find paradise where cruelty never happens - but it's not here."

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door

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