[ dextera doesn’t know how to talk. he wants to. he doesn’t want to carry this burden in his heart forever, when he was so close to dying for good, leaving this place, without finishing anything that he’d started. ]
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[ he takes a deep breath, rubbing his fingers across his eyes even if no tears have completely formed. he nods. ]
no subject
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[ he takes a deep breath, rubbing his fingers across his eyes even if no tears have completely formed. he nods. ]
Catch me up.