[ oh. interesting. dextera peers at the board, and his hand floats over a few pieces without touching any of them—and then he moves his knight. focusing on the game helps him feel less like getting sick, getting sad, over the mention of his brother.
it always hurts to think about him, but chess is something they enjoyed together. doing this makes it, oddly, easier to talk about. the more he says it, the more he tells people… he can accept the weight of guilt on his shoulders. ]
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it always hurts to think about him, but chess is something they enjoyed together. doing this makes it, oddly, easier to talk about. the more he says it, the more he tells people… he can accept the weight of guilt on his shoulders. ]
Dead. [ a beat. ] In my death, twins again.