[ the both of them are most certainly taking what was intended to be a nice chat between friends too seriously, but maybe given their personalities, an intense chess match over religious discussion was the inevitable outcome of having them alone in a room together. dextera watches that move like a hawk—but there’s nothing he can do about it right now. ]
My world—“her.” [ she wasn’t always, but… ] I was her, once.
[ he advances his knight, the bottom of the piece clacking against the board. ]
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My world—“her.” [ she wasn’t always, but… ] I was her, once.
[ he advances his knight, the bottom of the piece clacking against the board. ]
So, I cannot die.