You're telling me. [Dante scowls, shaking his head.] Dirk lucked out, all I remember is some technicolor acid trip. But he didn't tell me what he'd remembered...

[And frankly, he really hates the idea of someone being in his shoes, feeling the fear and anger and frustration and hopelessness he's experienced through these memories. It's too personal to have somebody else experiencing those emotions in his stead.]

Anyways, why do you think I set this stand up? [How he's coming around to the front side of the table, where Tatsuo can get his slap.] I knew people were gonna come after me for that card spot anyways, so I figured I'd beat them to the punch instead.