"You fool...why is it so hard for you to understand anything?" Estelle grumbled beneath her breath.
Estelle wished Dante could see into her heart, that would have made things so much easier on her.
Then, she would not have to struggle to speak any words and end up swallowing then down for lack of courage.
Estelle was weary now, deeply exhausted and it was not even because of the High Maiden, the nymphs, the Black Network or anything...
It was just Dante, and the truth about him she had never dared admit even to herself.
A truth Estelle knew she would never admit to, if not now...in this moment when Dante waited and watched quietly and all she needed to do was speak.
But in speaking was where the trouble lay.
"What do I not understand?" Dante asked with a raised brow.
Estelle's silence had dragged on for more than a moment now and Dante's patience was waning.
