"A Good Turn," Chapter 3 Preview
"He's dead, you know," Dante said flatly, letting Nero catch his finger. "Sparda is dead. Has been for more than a decade."
For a moment, he felt like Vergil had just stabbed him with the Rebellion again, his heart stuttering in his chest. It was the first time he'd said it. The first time he'd bluntly proclaimed that his father was dead. He'd always known it, deep down. Known the only way Sparda would ever let his home be attacked, let his wife be murdered and his children scattered, was if he'd somehow been killed first. It had been easier to be angry, to blame his father for all the bad things that had happened and believe Sparda had just got tired of being a hero, ditched out like some deadbeat, and saddled Dante with his legacy instead… but Dante knew it wasn't true.
Sparda had loved them.
