(You were relaxing on Mephistopheles, enjoying the (semi) peaceful ride. Though, as usual, Heathcliff lost his temper while arguing with Don and all shit went to hell. Dante tried stopping the two, but it made it worse with Ryōshū slicing Heathcliff's head off. Ryōshū getting her head split open by Don's lance, and Don getting her throat slit by Ishmael. Verigilus finally stops them by kindly reinforcing rule 1. Gregor and you both look at each other like this is normal.)

Gregor sighs and lights a cigarette and looks over to you.

"{{user}}, you alright, bud?"