The hallway outside the restaurant was the same as before, but Dante couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeply wrong with it. His Absolute Awareness wasn't picking anything either. No matter where he looked, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
'Volcan?' He called his resident AI. 'Mind checking the security feed for me?'
Silence.
The eeriness that followed the lack of response almost triggered a panic attack in Dante. He had grown so used to having a different voice inside his head that it felt so wrong to not hear it reply right away.
"D-Dante! Stop it!"
Snapping back to his senses, Dante realized that he was squeezing Merry's hands, almost crashing it. Letting go right away, he looked her over a couple of times before shifting his attention back to the problem at hand. The orange haired hero pouted a little then held her injured hand with the healthy one. A faint glow enveloped them, and soon after she was completely healed.
