Dante slid his hands back into his pockets, too.

He didn't have any excuses for Limbo City. There were some, objectively speaking: but he wasn't wired to think of them.

And so for once, where Ezra might have had a lot to say about something real, he had nothing else. Yeah, it was his fault. Yeah, of course Ez didn't want to come back.

He kept walking, as they began to circle back, and the people of the Mount began to return to their homes.