Possibilities (after battle)

Road's clear. But Verg, Mephi could've just run them over and pushed through just fine.

<... Huh?>

<What was the point of putting me through all that fighting, then?>

Vergilius stepped in at the sight of my rattling head and agitated gestures.

Calm yourself, Dante.

It's not right to ask a toddler to run when it has yet to take its first steps.

Best take every opportunity there is to walk on your own feet before you're made to run.

Furthermore… Dante.

As the manager… your job is to "manage" your staff.

And I… am the guide. I decide the "where" and the "how" of our journey.

Am I understood?

Don't argue with me.

<... How am I supposed to not question a stranger who can't even hear me?>

……

I heard ticking. What did they say, Miss Faust?

Nothing much.

A little too verbose to be an affirmation. A nod should suffice going forward, Dante.

Now, Mephi, off we go. Woohoo.

How're you feeling, Charon?

Extreme. Excitement. About to walk on air, reports Charon.

... Good.

<So, where are we going?>

Vergilius, they'd like to know the destination.

*sigh* What did I just tell you, Dante?

<But just where are we going?>

With his sigh, the bus shuddered and started to rumble forward.