1241 Why was he here?

Dante stood frozen on the spot. His mind broke as if he had just been struck by lightning. "I… you… huh…" He stuttered unable to digest the sight in front of him. He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing. His brain short-circuited. 

How was this even possible? Of all the people in this vast wide myriad realms, why was this asshole sitting in front of him? Why was he even alive? 

Arrrghhhhh! A scream erupted inside his brain but nothing came out of his mouth. Dante simply stood like a statue dumbly staring at the familiar face in front of him.

The figure before him, the one who had brought the soul-healing pill, was someone Dante had never expected to see again — someone from his past, a ghost from the life he had fled, a person he believed to be long dead.

WHY WAS HE HERE???