[People who know Damian might think he would take bending down as something condescending, but, surprisingly, he doesn't. It's familiar. His father bends down quite often to speak with him, and it feels equal.] I'm okay.
It... changed into... [His eyes flicker over Dextera's shoulder thoughtfully. The image is burned so clearly in his mind. It wasn't like the ones he had saved, the failed ones. Damian's face folds into something pensive, something almost disgusted.
He's not sure how to say it without having to explain some convoluted family bullshit.] Someone I knew.
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It... changed into... [His eyes flicker over Dextera's shoulder thoughtfully. The image is burned so clearly in his mind. It wasn't like the ones he had saved, the failed ones. Damian's face folds into something pensive, something almost disgusted.
He's not sure how to say it without having to explain some convoluted family bullshit.] Someone I knew.
This town is tiring.