[Dante nods, the guilt he feels inside bleeding him out from the inside.]
As you will. I will speak no more of my faith when within your presence.
[And with that, Dante lets an awkward silence settle instead, unsure on how to salvage the conversation. Thankfully a group of little children pass by and he takes the moment to pass them small gifts, smiling and laughing alongside them. And inside he feels the creeping guilt recede.]
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As you will. I will speak no more of my faith when within your presence.
[And with that, Dante lets an awkward silence settle instead, unsure on how to salvage the conversation. Thankfully a group of little children pass by and he takes the moment to pass them small gifts, smiling and laughing alongside them. And inside he feels the creeping guilt recede.]