What I can do, what I want to do

"What will you do from here on? Rebecca has your blood and the skull, Rachel is moments away from being revived" Lynette said.

Danté looked at her, then brushed over the scar Rebecca gave him, that moment her hand clasped his heart he felt everything, all her sorrow and pain.

Two mothers lost, her life upside down thanks to the Silver cross... Danté felt no hate towards him, it was merely a misperception caused by that compulsion.

Then her father, slamming her in a cage... Rebecca was hurt, she only wanted a family, she wanted a normal life, it was a feeling she has hit to the world, a secret she has kept, Villa Du Bois has given her something like it, but that's all in the past.

He looked into the sky, the stars sparkled their shimmering light down millions of miles away, lines drawn between them as guides, a compass to those who know what to look for.

"There is the thing I can do, and then there is the thing I want to do" he said looking down