[ dextera wants to stay here forever, even if he knows that isn’t fair to the world he left behind—and all the people here, who want to go home. he must be among the only ones, if not himself the only one who wants to stay here more than anything. it’s safer, more comfortable than the world he knows. there’s no archangel here. no meta-beings. no god. he doesn’t have to think about his sin.
he nods, even if he’s not ready to completely believe it yet, just because it doesn’t feel right to fight it, either. he wants to trust minato. he’s so terribly, horribly lonely. ]
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[ his breathing is evening out, though, and he pulls his hand back—but with just enough pressure that he’s not trying to get away, rather to invite minato inside. ]
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he nods, even if he’s not ready to completely believe it yet, just because it doesn’t feel right to fight it, either. he wants to trust minato. he’s so terribly, horribly lonely. ]
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[ his breathing is evening out, though, and he pulls his hand back—but with just enough pressure that he’s not trying to get away, rather to invite minato inside. ]