[ guren’s guilt weighs heavy on his mind, and it probably pushes at the little cracks in the armor around his heart, as well. dextera can’t say something as trite as “it’s okay” when it’s not at all his judgment to make, but he doesn’t like seeing it. ]
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[ it doesn’t escape his notice, how like the archangel guren could be—but he isn’t. they’re so completely different, even in these similar paths they’ve taken. ]
It’s cruel. For him. For you. You’re conducting the world’s cruelty.
[ he touches guren’s cheek, smoothing his hair back. ]
no subject
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[ it doesn’t escape his notice, how like the archangel guren could be—but he isn’t. they’re so completely different, even in these similar paths they’ve taken. ]
It’s cruel. For him. For you. You’re conducting the world’s cruelty.
[ he touches guren’s cheek, smoothing his hair back. ]
But you’re kind. You’re giving him that, too.