"It's all your fault."
His eyes opened to a blurry expanse, his ears full of nothing but sharp ringing. His mind played the last few seconds with sickening, and though the little girl had no voice to carry her words, Dante felt like he had heard it.
"It's all your fault."
'No…' he told himself, banishing the thought. 'That… that wasn't it…'
The girl had tried to say one word. Only one. She was in pain, and all she wanted was help. Help. That was it. That was the word she had tried to say.
"It's all your fault."
Burning hatred bubbled up deep within him, slowly rising to the surface as his vision cleared up. The visage of his enemies came within sight, and just like that, it all came surging forth.
'It's all your fault!'
