Sharper than before.
"But there's somethin' none of them, none of the Radiant cunts, none of the badge-wearing government dogs, could take from me."
He tapped a finger against his temple.
"The Awakened Media Platform."
Maximilian's breathing hitched.
Dante lifted both hands, palms up, theatrical.
"They can restrict my media time. Sure. They can take my books. My weights. My flavor of the month guard, who tells me tales about the delicious barbecue he cooked during the weekend."
He snorted.
"They can stop my family from visitin'. They can cut my commissary. They can starve me of anything fun."
"But they can't control whether I open my media platform and start watchin' content."
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he shrugged, "Or maybe they could… but they don't care enough to fuck with me to that degree. I got no clue."
Maximilian stared at him.
Not breathing.
Not blinking.
Dante tilted his head, watching something crumble behind the man's eyes.
And then…
