[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
"You know," Tamamo-no-Mae began as she walked beside him, "I probably should have asked much earlier—but why are you covering your face this time?"
Dante said nothing immediately. His gaze—or what passed for it behind that faceless helm—remained fixed ahead.
Tamamo continued, a faint smile touching her maw. "I remember you when you were younger. You hated seeing your own reflection, true, but I doubt that's the reason now. You've long since outgrown that kind of vanity."
"My reasoning," Dante said finally, "are my own."
Just that simple, impenetrable statement.
Tamamo exhaled softly through her nose, amused but not deterred. "Curt as ever," she mused. "Though I'll admit, I didn't expect you to go as far as weaving a spell just to keep your face hidden. That's quite the effort for a man who used to despise magic."
