Thoughts of a Lone Man

"𝑺𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆."

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Devil May Cry was quiet, with Dante, Lady and Trish away on a job in Fortuna, the knight had time to clean the place. It was cleaner than last time, considering with every visit she would take time to teach Dante something. A trade they agreed to, he tells her what goes on in his life for the time she was gone, and she would do the same and teach him about how to do things, so he didn't need to rely on the repairman for easy fixes.

Patty visited in the afternoon and helped the knight dust the place, as well as humoring the knight with a bit of their time with tea Dante kept safe in one of his cleaner cupboards, before she left to return home.

The sun had just set when the door opened and Dante, with Trish in tow, entered the building.

"A success, I'm guessing."

"Yep!", the man hops to his chair and props his feet up. Trish puts back the Sparda in its place before she heads up to give the two space to talk. "Saved the island from some creepy cult around my father."

"So I've heard.", the knight hummed, "But I have an inkling you're not—"

"I met a kid.", this made the knight purse her mouth shut, "He.. reminds me of Vergil. Heck, he looks like Vergil, with how hard he's frowning.", he jokes, "Has a lot of anger issues, I'll tell ya!"

The knight smiled as she cleaned her hand, before her expression changed, "You told him?"

"Nope, but I left Yamato with him. Let him have what remained of his father.", She hummed and approached the table and sat next to him.

"How about you?", Dante looks at the knight in question, a brow raised, "You just learned you now have a nephew. How do you feel?"

"Honestly?", he looked down, "I don't know.", Dante whispered. "I'm happy? Is that even the right word?"

"Happy is a way to put it.", she hums, staring at him with great sincerity. The man tried to make himself look cool by interacting with her while holding a magazine, but his eyes shook with emotion.

The Spardas may be dysfunctional and often butt heads when they could, but there was one thing they would agree on – the way they hide their emotions. Dante would tell him about how brooding his brother was, all to protect his human heart, even go so far as to discard it for his demonic heritage. Dante? Anyone knew all his big gigs always revolved around his heritage as the Son of the Traitor Sparda, sprinkled with 'my brother did this to gain power', however this is new.

His brother was not present (how could he, he's dead, in hell, he's the last Sparda, right?), but his son was. Having to have a first taste of carrying the burden of a Sparda unknowingly, all the while saving the world. A trend that seemed to span across two generations already.

"Take your time to process.", she comes closer, arms extended, until Dante finally welcomes it, albeit not saying anything. He could push her away if he wanted to and she wouldn't feel offended.

"I'm… I dunno.", Dante sighed as he put down the magazine and leaned into the embrace. "This might take a bit to sink in.", he mutters, almost shy to speak his heart out.

"Take all the time in the world. I'll wait."

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"𝑰𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂. 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 — 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌. 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔, 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔."