[ dextera breathes out something like a laugh, at damian’s light comment—the joys, indeed. he would be happier if he didn’t have these powers. if he were no one, to the archangel. he probably would have simply been left to die, and that sometimes seems like the better outcome for everything he’s done.
and yet, not here. he’s glad he lived long enough to see this place. ]
Pawn.
[ if damian expected any other answer, then he vastly overestimates dextera’s sense of self. the question, for him, isn’t which one he’d like to be—it’s the one that he is, inexorably.
he takes damian’s piece, without missing a beat. ]
no subject
and yet, not here. he’s glad he lived long enough to see this place. ]
Pawn.
[ if damian expected any other answer, then he vastly overestimates dextera’s sense of self. the question, for him, isn’t which one he’d like to be—it’s the one that he is, inexorably.
he takes damian’s piece, without missing a beat. ]