( woah— dante is warm. in fact, they're very warm, as if the fire on their head isn't just around their clock but swimming through their equine body. they take careful clopping steps back with yi sang against them, giving the mirror a glance.

...they managed to get him away from it once. they should probably get rid of it before someone else falls victim to it and they're unable to help. )

＜Haha... Thanks. I know I haven't been the most useful manager yet, but I'm glad I can do something for you.＞ ( one thing right... or another thing, they guess, against their mountain of things done wrong. ) ＜Take it easy for a second. It's not like the end of this... wherever we are is going anywhere fast.＞

( it doesn't feel like a golden bough, after all. they'd know. )