[ despite himself, dextera feels some pride at being praised. it isn’t exactly a good quality, the desire to kill, but it’s something that berkut has dignified it all the same.
they walk slowly, silently, without any small talk, and then—dextera stops, crouching behind a tree and motioning for berkut to stop as well. ]
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they walk slowly, silently, without any small talk, and then—dextera stops, crouching behind a tree and motioning for berkut to stop as well. ]
…
[ he narrows his eyes. ]
It’s here.