"Folkmore Legend thing, huh?" Well, he can't say he's ever heard of anything like that before. Legends in general? Sure. They've got a slew of those back home, especially concerning his old man. Hell, sometimes even he's part of them as The Legendary Devil Hunter demons strive to take down and (some) humans worship. Or at least they worship his old man. What a bunch of weirdos.

He's rubbing the tips of his fingers along his the stubble there on his chin again. Thinking. This sure is a pickle to be in. Does he want that cube there? Sure. But now with the thought of there being others trapped on the other side of this... Dante never was one to turn a blind eye to others, even back in youth when he was a lot more... reckless. Still is, just. Hoo boy. Was he way worse as an eighteen and nineteen year old half-demon with major daddy issues.

"And you've got no way to reach her? Not even on those funny lookin' consoles we got?" The relics, he means.