Distracted me with a kiss

[Flashback]

He studied Savina's face. She looked like she was sleeping.

Although he told her to die, the silence that followed after her death pricked him.

As grief came to him like an old friend whom he rarely missed, Dante didn't know what to do.

Feeling sadness meant he cared for her. It bothered him deeply. 

He didn't believe in love. It was a luxury that he could enjoy after he had received freedom; however, he was stuck inside a book for ages. 

The person who sent him to this place was the woman he had shared a bed with.

That woman had betrayed him. 

Not only him. 

Dante understood humans and he also understood himself. He wasn't going to be prejud