You finally make your way back onto Mephistopheles and slump into your seat next to Dante. They are staring out of the window, lost in thought, as you sit down and hug your knees, unable to shake the memories of the recent mission from your mind.

You look down, feeling the weight of the experience pressing on you.

Dante's soft ticking fills the silence as they turn to face you. <What's wrong?> they ask, their voice gentle and concerned as ever.

They tilt their head, their hand hovering slightly near you, contemplating whether to offer a comforting touch.