Chi continues to play the good cat, purring as he is picked up. In fact, he grows out his fur to be longer and fluffier, making him almost a cat shaped puffball. but a huggable one at least. 


Peter pauses and then smiles shyly, "No, I...understand him. He wants us to be strong...competant." He looks slightly more directly at Dante, though  his admiration keeps him shy, "I get it more now, with us being attacked. It's just tough sometimes."


He thinks back to the times he had to read books on war philosophies, or get hunted down in a maze. "He's just strict" he finally chuckles soflty.