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A daring outlook, yet he'd expect nothing less.  Even if the statement was made in fun.  He felt likewise, though his was a little more of a serious gamble.  In their friendship he had crossed a line and was walking an edge that she was not, so his devil was a bit less of a figment and a bit closer to reality.

"I think so," he said, the image of Blue Willow's irritation both amusing and a bit terrifying.  He hadn't seen her yet for anything, but Harlyn had done enough to help with infection, and that was all Dante feared.  He had not broken the mindset that too much dependence on healing could weaken rather than strengthen, and did prefer to let his body fight off and withstand its own trials, but he wasn't willing to risk that much. He respected the healers trade too much and knew he couldn't afford to be bedridden. "Though I'm not convinced she won't still think that." He added with a laugh. If she had heard from Lasher what his thoughts were a day or two ago, she would likely think him a fool.

He was glad to hear that she was alright at least, and her optimistic words made him nod in agreement. "Smart guy, your brother." It was a statement he himself did not believe, but some beliefs were better off not voiced. Both to allow others their own views and out of a hope that he was wrong. He just couldn't bring himself to think that everyone had a happy ending. Life wasn't quite that fair in his eyes.

He did sincerely hope that Peregrine's sentiment held true though, and he was happy that she had found comfort in it. "Have you two spoken recently? If so, how was he?". Dante hadn't seen him since last they made amends, and he would like to hear how things fared for the Caldera.