[ that’s not it at all, and immediately, dextera raises a hand to touch his own face, as if questioning how obvious it was that he’s upset. he shakes his head. they’re from different worlds, indeed—he doesn’t know what amalthea is. he doesn’t know who sandalphon is to himself, but that smile cuts across all other reason or knowledge.
trying to explain his reaction in terms of his own history might be difficult, though. how does he approach this? ]
It’s a long story. [ a pause. ] I’m sorry. But I’m not afraid of “you.”
[ afraid, yes, but afraid of the man in front of him… not exactly. ]
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[ that’s not it at all, and immediately, dextera raises a hand to touch his own face, as if questioning how obvious it was that he’s upset. he shakes his head. they’re from different worlds, indeed—he doesn’t know what amalthea is. he doesn’t know who sandalphon is to himself, but that smile cuts across all other reason or knowledge.
trying to explain his reaction in terms of his own history might be difficult, though. how does he approach this? ]
It’s a long story. [ a pause. ] I’m sorry. But I’m not afraid of “you.”
[ afraid, yes, but afraid of the man in front of him… not exactly. ]