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As much as Lutfi—hates, loves, feels towards Dantalion, it is difficult to see him.
Not physically. The route from his bedroom to Dantalion's office is burned into his brain from all the times he's walked it. And so what if Dantalion is holding some 'important' meeting? Lutfi doesn't give a damn. Why, perhaps the best he can do for Iria that's within his power is derail, even slightly, the schemes and motions his brother puts forth.
But he's always blocked by the door.
Staring at the doorknob, imagining what Dantalion he'll find once he turns it.
...He's still weak.