to anyone who might care

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

It's a wonder that Danta hasn't gotten drunk before this. Whether or not that's a good thing, though, is entirely up to interpretation, because apparently being stone cold sober doesn't make him less cutting or emotional when given the right fuel to throw on his internal fires. "That is entirely up to him," he says, as to whether Astaroth would want to let her make amends. "But if he does, it won't be in the Dusklight, or anywhere near The Last Whisper. You aren't welcome there any more, Maea, and I won't be held responsible for the things that happen if you decide to set foot down there regardless."

He won't be held responsible for the things Asta chooses to do either, whether that's to Maea or in general as a result of all that happened out at Jack Tar. "I'm not here to be your saviour or your guardian angel. And if I hadn't promised I would only talk to you tonight, this would have been a much shorter conversation." Already straightening up as if ready to leave, Danta does, at least, have one parting remark for her.

"If you do want someone to be responsible for you though, I'll step in," he says. "Because if I catch you acting that way in my region again, I'll throw you in jail myself. And I'll be turning a blind eye to anyone who comes tapping at your cell door in the middle of the night."

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //