04 July 2099
Dante woke up in his bed then spent thirty whole minutes staring at the ceiling. He still had some free time before he would have to make the rounds, so it didn't matter if he lazed around a little. I fact, doing so felt like the right choice after spending all that time standing up inside Suzuka's machine.
To his surprise, the voice didn't come to him that morning, even though it spent the past couple of days mocking him for getting along with two Genomes. Having a clear mind tempted him into another attempt at Soul Manifestation, but he dropped the idea right away. It was far too early for him to ruin his mood.
