[there isn't as much humor in the words dante returns.]

Far enough to know that you're a real piece of work, as usual.

[it doesn't feel like an intelligent choice to tell v how everything works out. there's a lot he could say, really, but there's also plenty that has yet to come to pass for v that he hasn't lived through. it feels cheap that way.]

Splitting yourself in two... [but then his scoff turns into a smile, easing into his expression.] Don't worry. Everything turns out just fine in the end.

[vague is best.]