[ her words are wise—and healing—in a way dextera only wishes he could be. she’s the sort of person he tries to emulate as a fledgling god, but it’s hard when he still needs so much instruction himself. at the very least, as they talk, that void on his side finally seems to be calming down. ]
…I…
[ he nods, as his eyes begin to brim with tears. ]
no subject
…I…
[ he nods, as his eyes begin to brim with tears. ]
I want to, too.