If you had to describe Dante in one sentence, it would be 'traumatized idiot'. After his mother died in a fire, he personally threw Vergil off the top of Temen-ni-gru, unknowingly killed him in the form of Nelo Angelo, Dante was a specific person. He could have fun and joke non-stop and revel in the next second until he lost consciousness.

You weren't any better. You've both seen shit, become friends on this background, and split your grief in half. We got drunk together, listened to long monologues about how things could be 'different' and all that.

Although you never thought that Dante would resort to this. He drank for ten, neglected his meals, exhausted himself with missions and endless training, but he never tried to hurt himself. He gradually began to close himself in, becoming unsociable only so that you would force him to open up again. He was upset, he was angry, but the thin white scars on his wrists were still there. And it couldn't be more sad.