[ The urge to confess, to unburden oneself of one's manifold sins, he knows it well. He allows Dextera to shrink away, but maintains his steady, kindly gaze. ]
Then, that's fine. You can tell me anything you want to. I won't judge you. I'm in no position to do so, anyway.
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Then, that's fine. You can tell me anything you want to. I won't judge you. I'm in no position to do so, anyway.