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With a snort, Dante backed up against the cabin wall and crossed his arms, the gun still in his hand. He glared through closed eyelids at that twisted glow still behind Feenai. He knows not what he does?

He hadn't caught her smile but had felt the supposedly reassuring touch that had done wonders to his temper.

Lev? Where is he going? Dante rolled his eyes in the Lion's general direction and caugh a glimpse of flickering auras before he disappeared. Internal conflict, much...but...where to? He had half a mind to chase after him, but doubted the old man would care too much about Feenai's well-being.

But...what if...? For starters, if Lev DID find Rue, Dante couldn't let Na'lsa kill her, much less eat her...

"Apologies, Fee...I need to go after Lev." Rue. "I'm worried about his mental state...and Michael might get caught in non-existent-as-of-yet crossfire." Lies. "Shout into my mind if...anything happens," he ended in a whisper.

What am I thinking...?! She can see through you, don't forget that, Dante!

Without a word to the nephilim, he disappeared out the back of the APC.