Blacktail Deer Plateau I'll fight the world like ten thousand soldiers

Dante had never had too pessimistic an outlook on the world, but he was not naive. He too knew that there were those who sought only their own gain with little thought to how they hurt those around them. After all, for a while and before he knew better, he had been one of them. "I like to think that the good outnumber the bad," he responded with a smile. "And yes, those stories are definitely the ones to hear. For those are the ones that hold the best lessons."

Those definitely were the stories that ended in tradgedy. He knew that very well. In many of the stories of his youth, poor mortals had reached for too much, or spoken too highly of the things they held, and they were struck down and punished for doing so. Terribly things happened for those who presumed too much. If not to the individual doing the deed then to those who they were close to. The stories of bystanders in the person's life who were hurt due to their decisions always struck Dante as the worst. He had never liked them, not even as a pup, for they reminded him of the injustices those with power could wield on those beneath them. Good lessons in caution, but not pleasant.