Dante's words reached Cherry's ears and shattered her internally. The way he spoke was so... familiar... almost tender, like someone who truly knew her. His words echoed deeply in her mind. For just a moment, Cherry completely dropped the mask of confidence and mischief she usually wore around him. Her bright eyes began to well up with tears slowly. It was as if something lost was trying to resurface...
"S-Stop joking! The Master is dead!" She shouted, accusing him with a pointed finger. "Stop playing with me!" she roared, trying to disguise her emotions, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay, but it was too late. She was completely vulnerable... Even using her anger to hide it, she couldn't. Just by comparing their appearances, she was already starting to give in.
