It's a Good Legacy

"Sit down," she said, her voice carrying an unusually intimate tone, as if this moment was just for them, something even time itself couldn't interfere with. "You must have many questions, right?"

Dante looked at her for a moment before sitting down. His claws lightly drummed on the darkened mahogany table between them. The wood seemed ancient, older than the very concept of civilization itself, yet untouched by time.

"I imagine you can't answer them," he said, his voice carrying sharp skepticism.

But Ophis shook her head serenely, delicately picking up a small porcelain cup adorned with draconic symbols.

"I am free from the shackles of time and the secrecy of the Administrators. And we are not here to talk about anyone else, but... you."

There was something in the way she said that which made Dante narrow his eyes.

"Then..." he began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't I remember you?"