[Espy]

"The act of dying." The old man made it sound so...voluntary. And that was his fate? It'd be easier than struggling to survive.

Right?

But pain. That was something he had had enough of. More than enough of.

However...to not be able to feel physical trauma. Interesting. As if each painful jolt of things slicing through flesh wouldn't cause that feeling of going under. No more worries about dying, no more desperately seeking out and end to what seems to drag on and on...

Wouldn't the pain of dying become a sort of background?

Shaking his head a bit, Dante shrugged, still somewhat lost in his thoughts. "Why do something with no purpose? I...oh, nevermind." He couldn't be bothered to care about the know-it-all's knowledge.