Trish just sat there a minute in shock at who he was looking at. "Um.. I… uh.."
Dante blinked a moment when looking at the man standing in front of him not saying a word. He raised up from his desk placing his hands on the desk but there was so many emotions running through his body, mind, and eyes. He didn't know which ones to express first. But he spoke eventually and it ended up being something Sparda already knew. "Where's my son?"
Sparda just sighed as he looked over to the blood red couch. "Asleep. You know you really shouldn't leave him alone with a complete stranger. You might have lost him like when you lost his twin brother."
Trish just sat there in shock again that Dante's own father knew that Kilk had a brother. That's when she began weeping at remembering how her other son was dead because she was so stubborn about having to go on a mission when she was due. Dante turned and saw the tears in Trish's eyes then he became enraged at his father. He turned on his heels, jumped up onto the desk, and then he tackled his father to the floor and just started pounding his fist into the legendary dark night. He didn't care if his father was the dark night or not he was going to take every frustration he had since he was a child out on his father. But Sparda took a few hits to the chest and grabbed his son's wrists making him stand up when he stood up on his own two feet. He looked at Dante while shaking his head. He released Dante's wrist allowing him to continue hitting him. Somewhere deep inside he had a feeling that Dante needed this. Dante continued pounding his fists into his father's chest blaming him for everything that had happened to him, his mother, and brother. When Sparda looked down at his son who was now just sobbing into his white bloused shirt.
Sparda looked up at Trish who had just finished her own crying and spoke to her softly. "I guess you both had so much problems that you needed this huh?" He asked his daughter-in-law.
Trish just gave this big-hearted smile towards her father-in-law. "Dante more then me. He has had such a hard time since his mother and brother's death that I didn't know when he was going to crack on me." She stated.
Sparda just shook his head a little then looked down at his son who was barely even moving his hand anymore and wasn't making anymore sound. "Are you finished or are you going to blame me for the worlds problems as well my son?"
"No father I'm done…." Dante looked up at his father who was a little bruised from taking the hits from him. "I'm sorry about this, it's just it's been building up for so long. I didn't know when this was going to show up."
"It's alright my son no harm done." Sparda hugged his son in one arm then moved away from him. He sat down on the couch and looked at both of them as he crossed his legs. "So what are you going to tell your son about his little brother?"