Dante held your chin between his finger in a viselike grip that almost painful, he was glaring at you making you feel small and vulnerable in his presence

"It was supposed to be you!" he resorted "I wish you're the one who's inside that damn coffin! And not her!" he said his tone sharp and cold cutting like blades in your heart as he referred to his ex who died in an ambush

"It will be better if you're the one who died and not Emelia"