( they're lucky that vash is so generous with his lack of judgment. truth be told, many of the bloodstains were from wounds that the Sinners on dante's team had sustained while fighting — dante themself is pretty much as strictly "non-combatant" as one can be in the City that they hail from, one where, unless they are born with a silver spoon and their mouth and given the privilege of growing up in a Nest, sheltered by a Wing, anyone who would want to survive would have to learn to fight tooth and nail for even the opportunity to do so.
and still, so many perish. it's a hard, harsh world. dante has no idea what they had thought about it prior to their amnesia, but... they had had no love for it, as terrifying and bewildering as it was.
regardless, just because dante doesn't fight doesn't mean their hands are clean; they've led the Sinners through dozens of battles and rewound them from injuries and deaths to keep them fighting... they are probably more culpable than any of them, even if they all act according to Limbus Company's directives at the end of the day.
the clock-like head nods with a clinking sound. )
< Yes, it is. > ( or, well, that's what they're told. amnesia, and all. their head tilts at vash's introduction, and they lift a thoughtful hand to where their chin might have been. ) < W-Wait a minute. Is "the Stampede" a - a title, or...?? >
( that's a hell of a name, vash...
dante can only recall people with similar monikers as, like, really well-known Fixers... like vergilius, who is a Color — "the Red Gaze." )
< Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you, Vash. >
< It looks like it! > ( they seem to fluster a bit at the compliment, so they try to redirect it, fumbling just a little bit. ) < I think it's just the color for both of us, actually. >
( the emblem catches their attention, so they lean over to get a better "look," ticking pensively. "project seeds"? they've certainly never heard of that, but that doesn't mean much considering their missing memories. ) "Project SEEDS"... Is that the company you work for? I-If you don't mind me asking... >
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and still, so many perish. it's a hard, harsh world. dante has no idea what they had thought about it prior to their amnesia, but... they had had no love for it, as terrifying and bewildering as it was.
regardless, just because dante doesn't fight doesn't mean their hands are clean; they've led the Sinners through dozens of battles and rewound them from injuries and deaths to keep them fighting... they are probably more culpable than any of them, even if they all act according to Limbus Company's directives at the end of the day.
the clock-like head nods with a clinking sound. )
< Yes, it is. > ( or, well, that's what they're told. amnesia, and all. their head tilts at vash's introduction, and they lift a thoughtful hand to where their chin might have been. ) < W-Wait a minute. Is "the Stampede" a - a title, or...?? >
( that's a hell of a name, vash...
dante can only recall people with similar monikers as, like, really well-known Fixers... like vergilius, who is a Color — "the Red Gaze." )
< Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you, Vash. >
< It looks like it! > ( they seem to fluster a bit at the compliment, so they try to redirect it, fumbling just a little bit. ) < I think it's just the color for both of us, actually. >
( the emblem catches their attention, so they lean over to get a better "look," ticking pensively. "project seeds"? they've certainly never heard of that, but that doesn't mean much considering their missing memories. ) "Project SEEDS"... Is that the company you work for? I-If you don't mind me asking... >