dextera’s eyes widen at that, and then his gaze turns downward, at his own hands. these hands, that have killed. these hands, that countless lives before him have used, too. death is a familiar figure to him, but it’s never easy to hear the way other people react to it.
but then damian is saying something else, and dextera’s attention is up again—and the tension in his chest eases, somewhat. it’s not like death, then. it’s like coming back, which he hopes is better. ]
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dextera’s eyes widen at that, and then his gaze turns downward, at his own hands. these hands, that have killed. these hands, that countless lives before him have used, too. death is a familiar figure to him, but it’s never easy to hear the way other people react to it.
but then damian is saying something else, and dextera’s attention is up again—and the tension in his chest eases, somewhat. it’s not like death, then. it’s like coming back, which he hopes is better. ]
Purification. [ he spells this out. ] Rebirth.