[Espy]

The hairs on the back of Dante's neck bristled. "The likes of you"? Che. "Whatever. I'll thank him in hell, then. And really, I doubt it's just the Churches' leaders who are insane..." he muttered, rubbing his face where the two scars from the gunman showed up as much lighter patches than his tanned skin.

"Man, victims these days are so much harder to kill," he grumbled, somewhat directing it at the gunman and the psychic. He glanced down at a massive scar that ran down a rib and curled around to mar the wingtips of his tattoo, as if to make his point.