[Something feels different about Dante because he is different--he's trapped within his own body, robbed of all control. He can still feel his own consciousness, his awareness, spreading throughout his form, but seeming to stop just short. It's as though his sense of self stops just a couple inches beneath the surface, leaving him trapped in some sort of all-encompassing prison while he stares out helplessly through changed eyes.]
The true power of darkness...
[When he speaks it's all the more obvious that this isn't Dante. His voice sounds as though it's two people's at once: Dante's own, in a droning monotone, underlaid by a deeper, more velvet purr. The voice that had been speaking to them both in Castle Oblivion.]
Allow me to demonstrate.
[Watch out, James--Dante's summoning up his Keyblade and without any further preamble, is rushing him. Think fast!]
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The true power of darkness...
[When he speaks it's all the more obvious that this isn't Dante. His voice sounds as though it's two people's at once: Dante's own, in a droning monotone, underlaid by a deeper, more velvet purr. The voice that had been speaking to them both in Castle Oblivion.]
Allow me to demonstrate.
[Watch out, James--Dante's summoning up his Keyblade and without any further preamble, is rushing him. Think fast!]