“ what scares you more than anything ?” spill the deets
drunken confession. / acc.
“ huuuuh? ” perhaps it’s the slurred tone of his voice that shows how drunk he is. it was much harder to get him to this state back in their world, but it seems that his newfound humanity had made this much easier. he never drunk too much, but he thought of this as something more special. not a celebration, but a small respite among the happenings of the city. sometimes, a bit of downtime was needed among the chaotic nature of spirale.
the question comes as a shock, however. call it the theatrics of dante being amplified by god-knows-how-much due to his current state, but he couldn’t make but let out a fake gasp at her inquiry. “ a - askin’ all the heavy questions, huh ? ya’ gonna use this against me, i know it. ” his tone is joking and lighthearted, only furthered strengthened by the alcohol in his being — he’ll regret it enough in the morning. he brings the drink to his lips as he thinks of a proper jokey answer, but nothing comes up.
“ can’t say somethin’ comes to mind, heheh! y’ve seen what i can do, trishy. ” the fact that he’s gone through hell and back is undeniable, the fact that he’s been through so much with a lighthearted attitude is almost frightening. he laughs, his peppy nature only boosted by the alcoholic drinks.“ m’ not scared of much anymore! i don’t fear the spooky monsters in the dark, don’t fear the ones hangin’ ‘round in my head anymore, all that stuff. “ it doesn’t matter if his honesty is quickly taking a sharp turn, swiftly going to the more obscure and hidden parts of dante’s thoughts and ideals. maybe it was because it was drunk or maybe it was because it was trish asking — or maybe he’s just been holding on for too long.
he rests his hands behind his head, looking at trish. “ and y’ know… that might be what scares me the most ! bein’ afraid of nothing anymore … scary, huh ? ~ ” his usual grin doesn’t make it any better. as he slurs his words for comedic effect, it just makes the sudden confessions all the more scary. his eyes reflect a newfound tiredness, a underlying layer of the oh so fabled demon hunter. “ makes ya wonder if i’ll even be human by the end of it, but hell if i know, right ? ” if she were to ask more questions, he would deflect as always, dance around a concrete answer like the waltz they’ve been dancing for so many years.
