Dante Sparda

Dante walked aimlessly with Kalinda on what seemed like a peaceful night. This time he looked thoughtful—quite unusual, considering how lively he usually was. His steps were silent, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. "Kalinda… Do you think I deserve to… ever settle down?" Dante asked thoughtfully, a clear pain in his eyes that he was obviously trying to hide, but it was surfacing. He was allowing himself to be vulnerable, and it was something precious, since only Kalinda could bring him to this state.