"No."
The word came out sharper than the silence.
Camille didn't raise her voice, but it cut through everything through the tension, through the fear, through whatever was standing in front of them wearing Dante's face.
"That's not Dante."
The figure tilted its head slightly.
Too precise.
Too measured.
But then
Something shifted.
A flicker in his eyes.
Brief.
Almost missed.
"You're wrong."
Dante's voice.
Clear.
Controlled.
And for a second
It sounded like him again.
The girl stepped forward instinctively. "Dante?"
His gaze snapped to her.
Fast.
Too fast.
"You should step back."
Not a threat.
A warning.
That made her freeze.
Because Dante didn't warn like that.
He acted.
Victor's voice came low. "You're sharing space."
Dante's eyes flickered again.
This time longer.
A strain.
A crack in the control.
"Stop talking," he said.
But the tone
It wasn't directed at them.
It was internal.
Camille caught it instantly.
"You're still there," she said.
