[In another universe, in another time, a poet called Virgil guides a man named Dante through the Inferno, and is declared as the avatar of human reason. He is there to lead the way, to calm Dante's fears, state logic in the face of fear and evil.]

[And he, here, despite his own self-deceptions and hypocrisy is able to take a stance on this that stands sound. He knows it too well on his own. Will he apply it to himself? Maybe not. But Malkuth can benefit from it.]

[She sighs like that, and his own heart flutters in his chest, wishing he could do more. If only he could tear her problems down like he does to Fixers at home.]

In the end...nobody can force you to do anything. But if they care for you...even in their darkness, I would not think they would wish to see you suffer in silence.

[One must move forward.]

The flow...cannot be stopped, Miss Malkuth. Dream on it for a night. The morning is usually wiser than the evening.

[His hand moves up to caress over her cheek lightly.]

But please...consider it. You're not the type of person who should be used to constantly burying her own bodies.