He glared through his silver bangs, at Dante as if his will alone would make his twin go away.

"Bite me." Oh look, Dante rubbed off a little on him. He cursed a tiny bit before but colorful phrases were completely his twins influence. "As I said." He started as the pain eased up but he still held his chest, straightening his posture. "It's psychosomatic. It comes and goes... everything was healed. It happens at random and leaves just as quickly."

He worried it was a guilty conscience, but he couldn't say that.

"Are you planning to stab me again if I disagree?" Oh no, he couldn't let it go, he was gonna be petty.