"You're right, I don't know what you're feeling." Dante turned around immediately. He recognized that tone of voice immediately: The demons from his world lived in a might-makes-right society, so the sight of someone losing control because they were enjoying the newfound power was easy to recognize. Especially when one of those someones was his brother. God, that was something he didn't need a reminder of, especially not at a time like this. He'd do just about anything to avoid repeating the mistakes he made there, and that meant he needed to stop Valdis from doing something stupid before the thought crossed her mind.

"But I sure as hell have seen what that kind of power does to people. Screw the investigation, we're getting out of here." Maybe it wasn't too late to turn tail and run. He could always come back later, after he's had time for what he's seen to settle in, and without Valdis acting the way she is. Better yet, without Valdis around at all. He turns back and picks up his pistol.