Dante frowns, leaning back against the couch, going back to Daisuke. "I don't know. Mostly I wanted to see what someone else thought about the arm. It's been sore ever since last night, and I didn't want to ask Grell or the prof. I thought Grell would be mad at me, and the prof..." he shrugs. Togusa already covered that one. No.
"I think..." He lifts his good hand, turning it over to look at his palm. "I don't think I can make that choice. It was Ayano he hit, not me. If she doesn't want to make a case out of it, I can't force her to do it. I can't take away her choice like that."
If he did... would that make him any better than Ansem? Than the man, the force that had been controlling him? He's experienced what it's like to have one's agency taken away, what it's like to feel all your control being wrenched from your grasp. It might be a different situation, but there's still a similarity that prickles worryingly at the base of his neck.
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Dante frowns, leaning back against the couch, going back to Daisuke. "I don't know. Mostly I wanted to see what someone else thought about the arm. It's been sore ever since last night, and I didn't want to ask Grell or the prof. I thought Grell would be mad at me, and the prof..." he shrugs. Togusa already covered that one. No.
"I think..." He lifts his good hand, turning it over to look at his palm. "I don't think I can make that choice. It was Ayano he hit, not me. If she doesn't want to make a case out of it, I can't force her to do it. I can't take away her choice like that."
If he did... would that make him any better than Ansem? Than the man, the force that had been controlling him? He's experienced what it's like to have one's agency taken away, what it's like to feel all your control being wrenched from your grasp. It might be a different situation, but there's still a similarity that prickles worryingly at the base of his neck.