What makes Dolce drag his shivering body one step deeper into Hell? What does he think of when a goddess approaches? Is it love in his heart when he stays locked in formation while his friend struggles to speak, to stand? 

Is it Nothing?

Ask him later. He's too full now to give a proper answer. Ash and reeking. Screams and blasphemy. The tattered remains of the plan. They must stay here. They must stay here. They must stay here, and he is too full to say how they will do it. He is too full to answer. Nothing comes together. Nothing grows. Nothing is worth the knife. 

Dolce does not answer. 

Dolce takes one step deeper into Hell, following after the wolf who had so much more than Nothing.