When Evangeline of the past was done criticizing the two men's fighting posture, Emman had pinned Dante on the ground and was punching the living daylights out of her boyfriend.
Dante was getting beaten up quite heavily; Death couldn't help but look at him in disappointment.
"And you were comparing me to this guy?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "He's getting beaten up by a drunk guy! And to make matters worse, this drunkard looks unsteady while doing it!"
I sighed heavily, shaking my head. "I know; this was the memory that made me realize Dante was nothing like Boss after all."
"Boss could make Emman cry," Death pointed out. "While Dante--What, is he crying?!"
Just like what Death said, Dante was sobbing and begging for Emman to stop. This made me want to bury my face in my hands in shame. This moment caused me to question my eyes for thinking Boss and Dante were similar.
