This wasn't the Odyssey but she supposes anything could happen in Hell. It sounds like there were trials and tribulations still left to overcome, but Hell was not a place she thought they could be. What other sort of things were to come out of this mess she's in? Dahlia can't help but wonder what exactly was in store for her and the rest of the so-called Sinners. Sirens aside, she glances at the heart again, reading the sin carved into it, then locks her gaze on Phoenix once more.
"What have you done?" She smiles, gesturing to what must be his heart. "To earn such a sin? Tell me, Phoenix, and maybe I might return it to you."
Because the game meant he could not simply take his heart back. She must gift it back to him - or at least so says the paper that came with the box.
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This wasn't the Odyssey but she supposes anything could happen in Hell. It sounds like there were trials and tribulations still left to overcome, but Hell was not a place she thought they could be. What other sort of things were to come out of this mess she's in? Dahlia can't help but wonder what exactly was in store for her and the rest of the so-called Sinners. Sirens aside, she glances at the heart again, reading the sin carved into it, then locks her gaze on Phoenix once more.
"What have you done?" She smiles, gesturing to what must be his heart. "To earn such a sin? Tell me, Phoenix, and maybe I might return it to you."
Because the game meant he could not simply take his heart back. She must gift it back to him - or at least so says the paper that came with the box.