[ dextera exhales, but there’s no sound of breath from him. even if he moves like it, he’s been struck completely silent by this form—like a ghost, but all he can do is hope it isn’t permanent. he’d rather be dead than feel like this for the rest of his life. ]
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[ he follows ryo into his room, and almost immediately, he leans back against the wall to slide down into a sitting position. he just wants to rest. he doesn’t know. he wants ryo to tell him what to do. ]
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[ he follows ryo into his room, and almost immediately, he leans back against the wall to slide down into a sitting position. he just wants to rest. he doesn’t know. he wants ryo to tell him what to do. ]