[Espy]

Dante spoke, if only to shake himself fully free from that paralyzing fear he'd experienced just a few moments ago.

"Yes, that's my given name. What I call myself now was actually added much later. By myself, after the rioting. As to the meaning...Heh...Probably the former. Although it does seem that I followed the path of the latter. Resorting to killing for the sake of money, squandered as quickly as I get it...Doesn't seem all too angelic to me. Like I said earlier...I'll thank the Saint in hell."

He rubbed his eyes under the cloth. Though sightless, they still were irritating when dry. He pulled the torn handkerchief down from his face and sighed. He was used to be blind, that was for sure, but it didn't mean that he had forgotten what it was like to be able to see. To really see, in colors, with detail, everything.

They were approaching the pub and the motorcycle when Dante noticed that the aura from the Capsules was considerably dimmer. He opened the compartment under the seat, felt around, and laughed ruefully.

"Looks like my friends have made off with enough nutrients to sustain a man a month."