[Espy]

Dante had thrown his hands up reflexively before the chaplain had been sent flying through his desk, and now he stood awwkardly to one side, hoping no one had noticed.

I mean, it's not even anything special, right? Half wanting to scoot as far away as possible from Na'lsa, and half trying to control the mirth that was bubbling up at the sigh of the chaplain and the confused guards, Dante found his tongue and chuckled wryly.

"Leads us? So he'd like to think. And what's this Cel...Celest...place or person or thing?" He cocked his head to one side, noticing the black twisted strands weaving in and out of the form that was Na'lsa.