[He should've known that wasn't the end of it. If he's honest with himself, he expected this. But it doesn't mean that Dante doesn't still feel a heavy weight settling back onto his shoulders.

Him too, Rufus. Him too.]

Yeah. At least, as "better" as I'm gonna get. I got a hell of a memory back Saturday night at the pageant.

[Give him a moment. Dante shifts the food around on his plate with his spoon, scraping the thick sauce into a sort of "pile," psyching himself up for what he's about to say next. The two of them haven't really ever talked about the weird stuff going on with the network before, and the reasons behind his flight are heavy enough that he's not sure how Prompto's going to take it.]

Have you been getting back the same sort of memories as everyone else has? I've gotten a bunch of them so far and... it's not turning out to be a happy story, as far as I can tell.

[A pause, and then he'll push onward, eyes still on his plate. Hope you don't mind him dragging the mood down, Prompto...]

I'm pretty sure I remembered dying last month. I was... wandering in some kind of afterworld, fighting to try and keep myself from fading away entirely.

Then at the pageant, I remembered running into this witch in that same afterworld. [He thinks. He's not entirely sure, but it seems to fit with what he knows, so...] She said... she said some things that really messed with me.

[Some things that are still messing with him, if he's entirely honest.]

After we fought, I went into the woods for a few days to get my head screwed on straight again and deal with all of it.