[ dextera shakes his head. he came back just fine, as he always does—but he still feels like himself. he looks like himself, just as he remembers seeing the last time he looked in a mirror. it’s not that his wounds healed, when he died before he came to this town. he was replaced with clones, over and over again.
he’s used to seeing himself the same, but just so slightly different. this is not one of those times. ]
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he’s used to seeing himself the same, but just so slightly different. this is not one of those times. ]
Completely healed.