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“You’re the one who got hioing to clean it up And you’re staying here”

He shoulder-checks ainst the wall

Dante is inally kinder, but equally serious

“Stay here,” he says “Don’t make this worse”

I don’t give a shit what they say The moment they leave, I’m out the door, too So I follow the to do, but knowing I’hty puppy

But before Dante is even halfway up the stairs, his phone buzzes in his pocket

He picks up, saying, “What is it?” in a tone that makes me certain that it’s Papa on the other end of the line

Dante waits, listening, for a long time Then he says, “I understand”

He hangs up He’s looking at est expression on his face

“What is it?” Nero says

“Take off that vest,” Dante says to Nero “Aida, go change your clothes”

“Why? Into what?”

“So clean that doesn’t look like shit,” he snaps atlike that?”

Maybe Possibly not, by Dante’s standards

“Fine,” I say “But where are we going?”