[ dextera watches damian work through his feeling visibly, recounting what’s likely the memory of death—of the fear of it, that unnatural ability to frighten anyone that the bogeyman had. even ryo was susceptible to it, and dextera didn’t think ryo was even capable of such an emotion. ]
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[ he crouches, just enough so that he’s closer to eye level with damian. he’s never done this for anyone, but it doesn’t feel right to stand over him when damian is expressing a vulnerability like that. ]
It’s scary.
[ obviously, but—maybe it’s good to just say it. ]
I saw terrible things. Terrible memories. Death, and others. Are you okay?
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[ he crouches, just enough so that he’s closer to eye level with damian. he’s never done this for anyone, but it doesn’t feel right to stand over him when damian is expressing a vulnerability like that. ]
It’s scary.
[ obviously, but—maybe it’s good to just say it. ]
I saw terrible things. Terrible memories. Death, and others. Are you okay?