“– you’re not monsters.” it hurts dante to have to say that, what hurts more is he gave his nieces that impression of what he’d thought of them. sure, things are said here and there about his brother, he does truly feel he’s a monster. of course he’s not had the pleasure of spending years upon years with the nephilim like his children and wife have… so what he’s seen, hat’s he’s dealt with is what his impression is. now, that isn’t to say vergil’s methods could turn his spawn into monsters themselves…
but from his own few personal experiences. they’ve not displayed to be of the sort. perhaps misguided– as if dante could raise a kid any better. due to circumstances, he doesn’t want to bring something into the world that he may not have time for. nor would he want the angels and demons to come after the child as well… or vergil and his own family.
there’s still a wall between them that’s yet to be broken down.
“look, i’m not tryin’ to fight with ya, ale. i’m not trying to upset ya either… i’m just trying to explain the reality of how mine and my little bro’s relationship has been like. i know it hurts, like i said you can be mad all you want. you have every right to be.” he responds again, though pauses for now. speaking more on the matter might make alecto hate him further—- he’s been able to get this far with her now. the last thing he wants is to ruin it all… sometimes dante isn’t the best about thinking before speaking.
“ .. and yet still you feel that tato is? ”
The second eldest child wasn’t sure what to make of this entire situation: there were plenty of things that she learned in her conversation with Dante than she had with her father directly, even her mother, and it was beginning to create a sort of cognitive dissonance. Alecto loved no one more in the world than her father, he was charismatic and to her younger self a sort of hero in trying times, a man that was trying to right the wrongs of the past and make a prosperous future for not only their family but all of humanity. Once upon a time she might’ve been more eager to combat Dante on the semantics of their situation, trying to play the part of a concerned niece merely trying to help her dyad’ko see reason and abandon his lofty goals of freedom and peace: the two were antithesis to one another... how could they possibly achieve it that way? Freedom was chaos and peace was order... it was impossible! It had to be!
It was not often that Alecto expressed her true emotions around others but perhaps due to their blood relation she was more willing to pull the mask from her cold face: one that mimicked her father to a T. Around and around she went trying to explain it away in her mind, “ none of this makes any sense. It’s all so... ridiculous, honestly. If you would just give up on your goal then I’m more than certain tato would talk to you again. If you just stopped it could all be.. relatively normal. Whatever normal family’s do. ” Though she may have appeared much like her twin: Ariela, it was clear that Alecto’s agenda had more to do with obeying her father than outright questioning the status quo of things. To her it was simple: abandon his silly notions of protecting humanity, come to her father and begin mending what had been ripped apart, trying to come to a sort of... tolerance. Seems history was eager to repeat itself through the newer generation.
“ .. if it means anything I don’t think you’re a monster. Not anymore, anyway.
Let’s just stop talking about this, we won’t get anywhere. I know that,
you know that... why waste our time? I’m sure you like Ariela more anyway,
since she’s so passive and quiet. ”
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