[Okay, the lady was green, wearing these dramatic black robes, and gesturing with a staff in one hand with these long fingers with long, pointed nails. You tell him she wasn't a witch...!

For a moment, Dante keeps his eyes down, taking a deep breath. And then...]

Oh, you know. That I'd never meet up with anyone but her because my heart was empty, so I could only meet people who belonged to the darkness. That I should be grateful for the darkness in my heart because if it hadn't been "steeped in darkness," I'd be completely alone. The usual stuff.

[And he's just going to take a giant bite of his remaining food before he says anything else! He's talked about the memory to Ardyn and Ari both, but in spite of their words there's still a part of him that worries about its truth.]