"Look. It's fucking complicated and it's one of those hurts me more than shit hurts you deals. Longer we stretch this out the more goddamn uncomfortable this is gonna be for everyone in the morning."

There was a sound something like a groan from the other side of the cellphone as it impotently vibrated with the voice, unable to act on any of the owner of said voices vices or desires.

"All you need to know is? She is me. Like, we got split up, and I've been fucking stuck here on this scales for ages, which only made that stronger."

The hellhound maintained its position behind Dante, flicking eyes back and forth in a flitted manner, awkward and unsure where to go now apart from Dante's side, "There's a core inside it, a piece of me that needs to be put on the scales to balance. And it ain't shitting it out anytime soon..."