[ dextera follows damian’s signing, and he understands what’s being suggested—that’s what his powers are for, after all. he cures, he heals, he repairs.
it sounds so nice, and he would think the world of it from anyone else, but in his hands, it feels too much like a weapon to properly appreciate. god herself gave him this purification, but he’s no god. all he can seem to do with it is hurt people. ]
…it isn’t gone.
[ damian will turn back tonight, unfortunately, and dextera can’t make everyone listen to him the way damian did. he’s not that useful. he’s not. he wishes he were.
he moves closer, though, to see the mark on damian’s shoulder. it’s not that it looks infected, but it feels wrong. it’s a corruption. that’s why his purification works. ]
I can—make it sleep. [ an improvised way of describing his effect on the curse. ] Nothing else.
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it sounds so nice, and he would think the world of it from anyone else, but in his hands, it feels too much like a weapon to properly appreciate. god herself gave him this purification, but he’s no god. all he can seem to do with it is hurt people. ]
…it isn’t gone.
[ damian will turn back tonight, unfortunately, and dextera can’t make everyone listen to him the way damian did. he’s not that useful. he’s not. he wishes he were.
he moves closer, though, to see the mark on damian’s shoulder. it’s not that it looks infected, but it feels wrong. it’s a corruption. that’s why his purification works. ]
I can—make it sleep. [ an improvised way of describing his effect on the curse. ] Nothing else.