Fortitude (before battle)

Okay, what should we do now? If we move quietly, we might be able to pass by the other Inquisitors unnoticed.

Dante… I… I'd like to apologize in advance.

As you know… I'm not as experienced with fighting like the others…

Our foes might jab me in the heart over and over for that…

Will you… bear that for me?

Sinclair was trembling so badly that it'd be pitiful for anyone to witness.

I could tell he was desperately trying to suppress his fear.

It wouldn't be the first time Sinclair has died. Whenever he bit the dust, I made sure to bring him back.

But today, he's newly asking for my understanding. He looked determined to confront them directly even if it means he'll die again and again.

A feeling quite unlike the fright a usual battle evokes…

Maybe he's holding the kind of fear that comes with a certain courage.

In that case…

<Are you scared, Sinclair?>

…!

Sinclair suddenly turned around and gave me a startled look.

<Hmm? Did I say something weird?>

No, it's just… I was reminded of a friend who asked me the same question.

Sinclair opened his mouth after a brief pause. His voice cracked.

…I agree with what Heathcliff said.

Prosthetic head or not, you would've been the same person regardless, Dante.

I guess the same could be said for my family.

<Thanks, Sinclair.>

…Hoo.

It's nothing. I can't have you be too thankful when I'm about to make you suffer by throwing my life away. Haha.

Just as I realized that I forgot to ask what he said in response to the same question his friend had…

Sinclair had already charged into the fray.