[They can only stare at first, struck dumb just as they had been in the basement that day. Even the scent in the air is familiar, if duller than what they remember. The blade glows just as bright.
Their light in the darkness. Their Guide.
Of all the people in this world, Vergilius is the last that Dante would deny. And he's told them to get to their feet. It's difficult to find purchase in the sand, especially with their leg as it is. But feeling is coming back, little by little, and the pins and needles dancing through those nerves are nothing compared to what they've felt before.
The knife they summon to their hand feels pathetic compared to the gladius, but if the Kabus is going to make use of those things on its back, it seems a safer, more accurate bet than the gun would be.]
< I'm ready. >
[It's a lie. But they'll try and make it as true as they can.]
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Their light in the darkness. Their Guide.
Of all the people in this world, Vergilius is the last that Dante would deny. And he's told them to get to their feet. It's difficult to find purchase in the sand, especially with their leg as it is. But feeling is coming back, little by little, and the pins and needles dancing through those nerves are nothing compared to what they've felt before.
The knife they summon to their hand feels pathetic compared to the gladius, but if the Kabus is going to make use of those things on its back, it seems a safer, more accurate bet than the gun would be.]
< I'm ready. >
[It's a lie. But they'll try and make it as true as they can.]