Prologue - Trish's Thoughts
When they returned form the battle with Mundus, Dante wordlessly accepted Trish's offer to set up the new Devil Never Cries office. She didn't think it was a good idea to resume work immediately but she did as he asked. If he thought he was tough enough to work through it, then far be it for her to contradict him. It isn't long until the threat of the Son of Sparda was forgotten and business picked up once again. For a while, everything is as it should be. Trish was content with fighting by Dante's side against the forces she was once allied with and he never objected to her presence.
But then Trish began to notice that Dante began to change after his return to the normal world, it was as if nothing was interesting enough for him. He was always restless whenever there was a lull in jobs and distant on the battle field. His attention was always focused on something else; neither the demon before him nor the partner beside him could keep his attention. She never knew what he was thinking. She could put up with his attitude if staying meant that he would trust her enough to explain himself.
Then there was that call. She couldn't guess what Dante talked about on the phone for so long since it was in a language whose meaning she could only guess at. After that, Dante issued and ultimatum that he alone answer the phone from that day forth. If he changed his mind, he'd tell her. Other than that, she was not to touch the phone even if he was laying in a bloody heap on the ground and in absolutely no shape to answer it himself. It was an odd request, but she brushed it off as another one of his quirks and commented that she wouldn't want to speak with any of the people he knew.
Then there were the other calls, also in that same language.
It took a while but she was able to figure out that calls had to be from a foreigner, but a human foreigner. She would have been able to understand if they spoke in the Demonic language. Dante was speaking what sounded like a far-Eastern language with a fluency that astounded Trish. She didn't know who it could be and how they got the Devil Never Cries number but the calls seemed to awaken some of the old fire in Dante's eyes. For a while, she allowed herself the hope that things would return to the way they were before, when they returned from Mallet Island.
She didn't know he was planning a trip until the morning she found his bags by the door and Alasdair on his back. Trish tried to ask why he was leaving but he only said that he needed to go and that she shouldn't waste her time prying. He needed to do it by himself, alone, and her help was not wanted or needed.
If that was the way he wanted it to be, she wouldn't wait for his return.
Maybe it was something he need to do, maybe it was out of curiosity, or maybe he was just trying to get away from her. She didn't know, and that was the problem. She never knew what he was thinking or why he acted the way he did. The only thing Trish did know was Dante could take care of himself. If he needed her back, he would have to look for her.