“Obviously.” I smirk, but I hug him back. After all, he was one of the first people who did believe in me. Held on to that shit when I was filled with hatred. Apologising doesn’t fucking make you any less of a fucking person.

I pull away and he squeezes my shoulder.

“I may not be like the fucker who can see a lot of shit, but you are going to do great things.” He smirks and I cock a brow, but before I can even reply, I hear footsteps and sense a powerful aura.

“Am I interrupting?” I turn to see none other than Dante walking over to us....