Dante looked at Elizabeth's image with many complex emotions.
'Eliza had survived for so long with me. I reduced my misfortune and our life together was peaceful. She is proof that my existence is not that dangerous if I control myself.'
As he thought about that, a glimpse of hope lit up in his heart. That centipede might be wrong.
'Oh, really?' Greed chuckled: 'Maybe you're right. After all, even if your misfortune caused her chance of death to become 99%, then she'd still have a 1% chance that she lives happily, right? It's like a failed killing attempt.'
'It's not—'
'Hehe, but when we speak about misfortune…' Greed cut him off: 'There are results besides death. Didn't you say that yourself? Living itself might be someone's misfortune, either worse than or slightly better than death.'
Hearing that, Dante had the urge to sever his right arm and silence the Centipede. Sadly, he couldn't do anything in the presence of the dark entity.
