CallaLily180 said
Delilah glared at Dante before resting her head in her hands, she didn't want his help, or his advice, and she didn't want to write books. She wasn't like them. She wasn't an artist, she didn't heal the sick, she didn't tutor little brats and shape their minds. She was simple. "Whatever, Dante, I don't need your help. I'd rather take advice from someone else."
"It's not like we have to figure this out immediately. Take your time and look at different careers. Hell, if things go smoothly you night not even have to bother." Luther finally came back into the conversation. Yes, while money would be an issue, it wasn't like they were broke. "I wasn't injured by Nightmares, though."