[Wrath, perhaps unfortunately in this particular awful situation, has no knowledge of the beatings and betrayal he's destined to suffer at Envy's hands. He doesn't know that his bungled mission would end with both Sloth and Lust dead, and him too crippled to be of any further use to their Master.]
[MAYBE his feelings would be different if he did-- about Envy and himself.]
[But for now, he just keeps clinging.]
She's human.
You're not.
... And you never hurt the others the way she did.
[Because he DIDN'T. Cruel words and the occasional slap or kick? Yes, Envy was guilty of all that and more. But even the oldest and strongest among them throwing his weight around had never inspired the same terror and dread that Dante's wrath had.]
[The sting of a backhand or broken bone from Envy would fade within seconds. But Master's discipline could last for days. Even weeks.Or centuries.]
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[MAYBE his feelings would be different if he did-- about Envy and himself.]
[But for now, he just keeps clinging.]
She's human.
You're not.
... And you never hurt the others the way she did.
[Because he DIDN'T. Cruel words and the occasional slap or kick? Yes, Envy was guilty of all that and more. But even the oldest and strongest among them throwing his weight around had never inspired the same terror and dread that Dante's wrath had.]
[The sting of a backhand or broken bone from Envy would fade within seconds. But Master's discipline could last for days. Even weeks.
Or centuries.]