"The gear cult?" Dante frowned.
Larry fixed him with a look of suspicion, remaining still and not saying anything. He furrowed his bows after a while and tilted his head a little.
"You… don't know?" He asked.
"Know what?"
Confusion continued to paint Dante's face, and for some reason, that caused Larry to relax.
"I guess you really don't." Pausing, he looked at Dante one more time. "Just to be sure, you aren't telling the truth, right?"
At this point, Dante had every right to feel annoyed.
"Listen, man, this is the first time I'm hearing about this Gear Cult." Thinking for a moment, he decided to confirm the suspicion he got just now. "Don't tell me they have something to do with that dead religion."
"Well, you could say they are what remains of the Eternal Gear." Larry answered after a moment of hesitation. "They went undrground after Eidolon began spreading its Genomes around. Nowadays, they're considered a terrorist organization."
