Dante doesn't make any move to stop her. It's as though she's more of a projection or a talking mannequin than a real, living person.

The chain sticks at first...and then starts to come loose with the grinding scrape of metal against rock. At least until Dante finally moves enough to place her hand back on the rock, and the chain sticks where it is.

"Did you think it would be that easy? He belongs to me, he always will."