Dante watched as Raguel said his goodbyes, and he followed up quickly before watching him walk back towards the bigger oak tree. It must have been nice to have someone so close that was always around, and Dante sighed as he thought about such a concept himself. But then he would remind himself that he really hated that sort of contact and experience, and he chuckled slightly before nodding to Raguel one last time, and turning himself in the opposite direction. Dante could admit, he was still confused with himself. But Raguel, whether he wanted to or not, led Dante into a strange process of thought, where he was doubting himself, but in a different way. He was doubting his abilities, and that was something he had never tried before.
Maybe things would shape up? Dante certainly hoped so, but for now, he had a lot to consider!
