[what's with that quiet acceptance of his character? dante is mildly touched, and it only shows on the lopsided smile painting his features.]

No better way for my brother and I, truth be told. [always fighting, their blades always clashing with the other; this intrinsic need of competition and to best the other.] But we've done better since coming here.

[their fights have been les, their talks more. like relearning how to be brothers all over again.]

—and how are things on your end? [he motions at the ribbon on her hand with a nod of his head. so maybe he's doing a follow-up on how she's handling the news about her brother.]