"The way I see it, a five percent chance of this ending well is better than no chance." He argued as he walked out the door.

Dante knew the water district a little better than the others, since that was where he used to live. Things had changed somewhat, but the water district was always generally considered to be poor, and it was mostly spared the modernizations emerging elsewhere. So the odd light bouncing off of the water was noticeable near immediately.

"Do you think you can lay low? I think I have a better chance of talking him down if he doesn't think you're going to jump back into his soul the second he puts that sword away." He gestured to the light, and only whispered to Valdis. He was prepared to fight, but he really didn't want to.