I told you, you were brave

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

That is what matters, and it is impressive, such that Danta is also feeling quite accomplished that they've managed it without any casualties. (Either to themselves, or potentially taking out anyone on the way down if they did happen to fall). Still, he can't help but scoff out a laugh at the other man's admission, leading them to the side of the steps where they can't cause trouble - the steps, not the two Ancients, in case you're wondering - while they catch their breath.

"I won't tell anyone," he promises the butcher with a wink, straightening up at last and uncorking the bottle of water to take a quick sip, before offering it out to Asta. Around them the Inner Quarter is abuzz with activity, the bonfire always drawing plenty of visitors and the Temple looming overhead in the near distance. Finding himself smiling to see it looking so merry, he nudges the other man so they can draw closer to the heat and warmth.

"I don't feel like I spend enough time up here enjoying it for what it is," he says. "I'm always using it as a doorway into the Climb."

Dantalion

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