Him stepping into the darkness did little to hide his features from her, the sharp vision of her kind more a curse at the moment, but she pushed away any emotion she might feel for Dante and hid it in the back of her mind, it wasn't needed anymore.

"Yes," she replied simply, moving to sit in the farthest chair so she would have plenty of time to react should she need it. "What happened to you? Why did you suddenly decide that I needed to die? And don't tell me it was for the sword," she said bitterly, "Nelo knew that he wouldn't be able to touch it, and therefore so did you."