[He can't lie, he's kind of--okay, a LOT--alarmed at the idea of Heather trying to go up to the real thing and drag her around on a chain or throw her over a cliff. He doesn't think it'd turn out well for Heather. But he can get back to that later.]

[He also doesn't have to ask about what the dream Dante might have said about him; he's got a pretty good idea. It was all in his own head, after all.]

...I know. We were never people to her, only useful things. She never made a secret of it.

[And she made sure they believed it too.]

[He swallows hard, fists clenching for a moment while he wrestles for control over his expression; it means a lot to him, what she's saying. He also doesn't miss the implications of it.]

Heather...

Yours...she used you as a tool, too?

[He's gotten that impression before, but never really confirmed it.]