[ it’s a brutal way to go, being shot. dextera hasn’t yet experienced it, since none of the meta-beings in the tower use guns as such, but he’s been torn apart, been impaled, been burned and exploded and frozen—and yet, being shot by someone here in this town seems just as painful as any of those. who would have done it?
dextera nods, frowning in sympathy, and then… he reaches out, asking for akira’s hand. ]
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dextera nods, frowning in sympathy, and then… he reaches out, asking for akira’s hand. ]