[Espy]

Dante turned and hurtled back through the tunnel towards the screams, skinning his arms as he ran and tripping his way into chamber. Regaining his composure as quickly as he could, he attempted to wrest the sword from Tarja's grasp, then let go when he realized she had stopped mid-swing. Gagging at the putrid odor of rot and waste, perhaps more so than any of the rest of the group, he cringed, and stare at the angel in front of him.

At least...I think it's an angel?

Holding his scarf over his nose, he reached down with a gloved hand and gently touched the tip of feather-less skeleton of what used to be wings, hoping that the creaking, rusted chains would hold.

I'd be in favor of helping it. He threw a pointed glance at Diogenes, then turned towards the angel. I suppose it can probably also hear me?