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[ There's a fzzzzt at the feed comes on, hologram screen taking a moment to adjust and focuses on a light-haired man prodding at the bracelet. ]

Well, what've we got here? [ He raises a brow, poking through the hologram, distorting the image, with what appears to be the end of a pistol. A pretty big one, at that. ] Hm.

[ With that, he plops down casually into a chair, rocking it immediately back on its hind two legs. ] As much as I love the thought of having an audience, it just isn't the same when we're separated by technology. [ He twirls the pistol back and forth on his forefinger, not seeming to be bothered at all by the fact it's nearly the size of his head. ] So, let's make this dance easy, shall we?

[ He stops playing with the gun, propping his feet up on a nearby end table console. ]

I'm not buyin' into all of this fairytale bull. Not gonna say this place couldn't do with a few good coats of paint, but I distinctly turn down offers of construction and interior design--way too boring. So let's talk money and maybe I'll reconsider.

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.... Dante?

[ Not a voice he recognizes, but... ]

Guess my reputation already precedes me.

You can't be... I suppose that the Gods here have a sense of humor.

How... how old are you?

Old enough to realize I'm about to be discriminated against. Don't let my charm and boyish good looks deceive you.

[ A person should never meet their heroes as teenagers. ]

You are not. I ... I know you.

[ Dante's here to crush your dreams. ]

What can I say? I'm a popular guy.

Yes.

[ Clears his throat, feeling it is best not to mention Dante's future, but instead say. ] Your father was a great inspiration to me.

...

[ Maybe if this weren't Dante you were talking to, a statement like that would be a compliment. But instead, he scoffs. ]

Guess you've got the wrong guy after all.

The Dark Knight Sparda... he is your father, is he not?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, whatever freaky fantasy you've made up that's getting you off at night isn't of any interest to me. And as a warning? The last guy who popped a glorified boner for him turned into a giant blob that exploded. I'm still picking pieces off my coat.

[ :T . . . :| ]

I do not wish to become as the Dark Knight Sparda. I know I am not worthy enough to do so. I look up to what it is that he was and all that he did for humanity. I cannot thank him for what he did, and so I must thank you.

[ And this will, unfortunately, have to count for what Dante will do in the future. ] So, please accept my thanks and gratitude.

[ This isn't awkward at all. ]

Yeah. I'll be sure to pass it at long at the next family reunion.

[ Credo supposes that's the best he can ask for in terms of Dante accepting his thanks. ]

Thank you.

So since we're practically bosom buddies at this point, mind telling me why people are sitting on their asses and playing along with this?

You did not read the letter?

... if we do not agree to these terms, there is a threat that our world will be destroyed. They have taken away our abilities, and while they gave us others to take their place, they are not enough to fight against them with ... it is only seemingly enough to fight in their war.

I read it.

Doesn't mean I want to sit around and play house for them in the meantime, though.

I would not expect you to, but do not... [ And he changes his tone. He sighs. ] ... just try to remain safe.

Aw, your concern is really cute. It's moving me.

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