They didn't have long before they had to leave. And everybody wanted to leave, too, as fast as possible.
There wasn't any way Dante could justify taking the time to do what he actually wanted to do. So instead, right before they filed out into a parting sea of exes, he found a husk of a car, put his hands under the hood... and wrenched that sheet of metal right off the chassis.
Max had been an absolute shithead in life, but nobody deserved to rot away in the middle of nowhere.
Putting that sheet of metal down over the man's wrecked body was going to have to do. So that's what Dante was going to do.
(That scared, lost fucking look Max had had on his face for five seconds, on top of that building, before he reverted to being an asshole - that was going to haunt him for a while.)
Re: The Aftermath
There wasn't any way Dante could justify taking the time to do what he actually wanted to do. So instead, right before they filed out into a parting sea of exes, he found a husk of a car, put his hands under the hood... and wrenched that sheet of metal right off the chassis.
Max had been an absolute shithead in life, but nobody deserved to rot away in the middle of nowhere.
Putting that sheet of metal down over the man's wrecked body was going to have to do. So that's what Dante was going to do.
(That scared, lost fucking look Max had had on his face for five seconds, on top of that building, before he reverted to being an asshole - that was going to haunt him for a while.)