"
Dante?
Dante, the only path is forwards.
Why are you hesitating?
"

Though all man¹ harbour an innate path paved for them
In which suffrage² will free the soul
Fears of beasts, falsely seen, dissuade yet even the adamant of totality³
Steel your resolve. Fall forwards if you must.
Inaction will don the cloak of regress

1. (hu)man. inclusive
2. old defn.- Intercessory prayers
3. On totality, where one may accept themselves so wholly that it truly feels like speaking to a creature modelled after a divine being.

Different emphasises and intonation of the lines in quotation change the reflection.

My rendition of a masculine voice (emphasis: path, forwards, why, (softer) hesitating)

An aspect, man akin to a brother, father, and dear friend sees Dante fallen. The man knows he understands the situation, but reminds him anyway to pull him partway into reality. With a sense of urgency in this voice, a hand clasped firm on his shoulder, and spear-like gaze through eyes almost no different from foggy orbs. He reinstates the path, direction, and asks why so that he, Dante, may answer the man, and in turn himself. The man wants Dante to hurry along beside him.

My rendition of a feminine voice (emphasis: (soft) path, (softer) forwards)

The woman who speaks to Dante, dazed on the ground, is coiled around him as a snake, arms crossed around the neck, mouth inches from the ear with a gaze that fails to establish contact with glossy eyes. She understands that he grasps that the way is forwards, but cares more about why it is that he’s hesitating. The woman wants to see Dante reinvigorated with life.

A friend's rendition of a masculine voice (emphasis: Dante, forwards. hesitating)

Masculine intonation of emphasis on our person, Dante, already beaten and fallen. A reinstatement on the direction and emotion but seemingly (perhaps to some truth) no care for the why. The voice connects Dante and his (in the eyes of the man) “obvious” path, merely to belittle him in a manner in which the man may become defensive should Dante speak of the cold tonality of his words. An underlying anger of how Dante cannot grasp a "basic" concept.

However way you, the reader, may speak it out loud, none of these voices exist. All merely fractals of Dante's own spirit.