Dante sighed quietly as he pondered over how exactly he could put his thoughts into words, especially when communicating with his father who could be intentionally difficult.
"I just...Elle is dependent on me. She has always been and I fear I am equally as dependent on her..." Dante begun.
"And you believe it might not truly be love you both share, but companionship?" Lord Mycroft surmised.
Dante shook his head slightly, he did not have doubts about his own feelings. This past year had made him more clear about them than he had ever been.
"I know how I feel about Elle, I have always known. She is the only reason I survived the severing, I was the lucky one, my heart already sheltered someone else..."
"She is the only reason I get by each day even when that ripping feeling in my heart just will not dissipate."