The knife smoothly glided through, curls pealing away as it did so. Slowly the carved indents started to take shape and careful hands moved the knife to the next area. Bright green hair slipped forward to obscure part of the object in hand so a moment was put as side to brush it out of the way with a small sigh. One of these days he would remember to use the head band to keep his bangs out of his face but clearly today was not the day. Instead bright red eyes stayed fixed on where the next cut would be placed and steady hands applied the correct pressure with practiced ease.

The man started to hum absentmindedly as he continued to cut away, the wood slowly taking shape and form like he had planned it to. His mind was blissfully blank at the moment of all thoughts other then the project that layed with in his hands and he was loathed to disrupt it. Even having to push his hair behind his ear had almost been too much time to let the thoughts catch up to him once again. Still he continued onward in his task with no farther interruptions.

Unfortunately for his intentions, it wasn't much longer before he was finished with the current piece. The wooden figure stood with an arm out to the viewer, facial features indescribable to make out other then the seemingly warm and inviting smile that curled at the edges like the wood shavings that currently littered the desk beneath. Amaranth eyes darted from feature to feature even has a sad smile curled across his own lips as if to answer the one given by the wooden figure. It's meaning became as lost as the thoughts that now started ti swirl back into Dante's head now that his focus wasn't on creation any longer.

"You know, things would have been completely different if you were still here." He said, voice a mere whisper of breath as he placed the carving knife to the desk, the figure still held up in a careful grip. "This war thing that I've gotten myself mixed up in? I wonder what you would have to say about this. Would you have fought to keep me from it? Would you have forced your way to joining instead of me? Or maybe joining together while saying someone had to keep me out of trouble?"

His voice didn't raise in tone or volume but rather gained a rough timber to it as the first salty drop of a tear rolled down his cheek. "I wonder what side of this war you would have fought for if given the chance?" Questions kept pouring forth but there would be no answers that could collect them. No return promise of a reply. Nothing would come of this other then another cathartic release of tears as the calendar on the wall once again showed the dreaded date. The date of when the last member of his family disappeared from his life. "I have no clue what your take would be, but I'll try to live up to something you would appreciate." He promised before talking became too much. For now he would just take the change to morn anew.

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