Despite the concerning and curiously shaped hole, Dante waves it off as a mere battle scar. A humble reminder of the past without any of the humility.

"Fighting demons and corrupt assholes most of your life can do that. Not much time to live a life of your own choosing, but you know what? It's lead to some great trophies and even greater stories."

He notes, seemingly brushing off the emotional implications like crumbs.

"Where I'm from, beating a tough enough demon has them turning into a weapon for you to wield. They'd be pissed about being wielded by someone weaker than them or being wielded at all, so sometimes they don't do it. Those are the ones that'd rather die, but those that stick around become some cool shit. Like some really cool ice nunchucks from beating up Cerberus."

Dante laughs.

"Ha! Cool. They had ice powers."