❛ paths are made by walking. ❜
divine goddess , deity unseen : her chosen stands before him now. never claimed to believe in such faith , he cares not for the titles bestowed 'pon them both. ( him being the unfaithful , the garlean reject; her being the warrior of light , hydaelyn's chosen. ) they are opposites , yet two sides of the same coin , were they not? their paths were , indeed , made by one another , treading through dirt and grime , soles splattered in the blood of their enemies , yet ever do they keep walking. as if they were supposed to. far be it from him to believe in destined encounters , but at some point their paths were meant to cross. and whether they traveled that same path continuously together , would depend entirely on his own course of action.
dante was , and would forever be , a man without fear; a man with his own will. he would move accordingly , without hope that he tarnished not his future ( and even if he did , that would not stop him. )
' sounds easy enough , huh. '
and if their path to garlemald required him to return to a place he'd renounced with disdain and animosity , if that path led him back to the city that tore him from his family , the city that birthed his nephew and from which he stole him away from the same wretched place , so be it. he was , after all , one of the few who could assist in this trek.
' it ain't gonna be easy. but i think you can handle it. ' he says , lastly , with a bittersweet smile.
