'A waste of time…'
Despite what he felt at first, Dante realized that the thought didn't come out of nowhere. It was the crystallization of something he had been trying to ignore for a while now, and the closer he came to understanding it, the more he felt the need to banish it to the back of his mind.
It felt like there was more than one voice in his head, neither of which belonged to Volcan. One kept getting louder and louder while the other struggled to silence it, getting drowned out by the second.
'Wasted. Two whole days.'
'Fuckin… hell…'
'Playing gangster wasn't enough. You just had to get wasted like that.'
'Stop it…
'A bunch of brats dies? Boo-fucking-hoo'
'No… don't you fucking…'
'March 20, remember?'
'Of course I fucking remember…'
'It's been two months already.'
'I know…'
'Doesn't sound like it. Aren't you even a little bit worried?'
'Of course I'm worried…'
'Then why the fuck are you doing? Playing gangster? You really think these people will be useful?'
