Arriving back at his apartment, Dante walked up to his bed and dropped down like a log. He was exhausted. More than he has been in some time. Who knew that a dinner with a girl his age would be this tiring? Though he enjoyed it quite a bit, Dante was left with a lot of complicated feelings.
-What now? Starting to change your mind about those freaks?-
Dante had enough self awareness to know that his hatred for Genomes was irrational. They were people, too, and just because they were some of the richest bastards to ever live didn't mean they couldn't be good people. Still, they were connected to Eidolon, and that was more than enough of a reason for him.
"Say, why did you choose to become a Genome." He had asked the hero as they left the restaurant, having decided on a short walk before going their separate ways.
"I know what you're thinking." She had replied. "Why would a rich girl who will never have anything to worry about put herself in danger like this, right?"
