Dante thought about what Abigale was saying, and then shrugged. He would have to watch out for his choice of words around the Saytr. He grimaced as he looked at the cabin he would be staying in. It was a complete shit hole in his opinion, but he would have to call it home. After listening to what Abigale said about his father he understood a bit more about the Hermes. It made sense that he was able to do what he does. Letting out a small yawn Dante stretched, and again was holding his shoulder, "No I'll be fine." He said with a bit of a stubborn tone. "Who ever my parent is I really don't care, I just want answers." He<br/><br/>Turning to face Flora Dante gave her an awkward look as she gave him the 'look' and then looked to Abigale. "I wouldn't be surprised if I was related to anyone here in this camp. Though I've been a single child so if that remains to be so then that wouldn't surprise me either." He gripped his shoulder a little feeling the wound and the small blotch of blood that came from his wound. "I think I am going to turn in for the night, and get some rest. It was nice to meet you Flora. I hope to see you around tomorrow." He lifted his arm in a parting wave, and headed to the cabin. "I guess I'll see you in the morning Abigale? Thanks for the help." He said not really looking for an answer.<br/><br/>The life in the cabin had seemed to be more full of life than the pavilion had been. Seeing everyone in the cabin he looked around for a spot to rest his head, and in the back there was such a spot. Walking to the back he saw Cal sleeping, probably the best time he would want to be around Cal. He was just too alive for  Dante. Laying back on his bunk Dante closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Though his thoughts were running, eventually he would fall asleep.