[ wonderful. the crystal sits heavily on the palm of berkut's gloved hand as he wonders what he's meant to be doing next. to make matters worse, he doesn't like the feeling it gives him.
if he's the one with the light now, then what of dextera? because this place is connected to him, does it not matter?
berkut looks down at the hands, seething. incoherent grumbling slips through gritted teeth, and his mood seems to worsen despite everything being put on pause. he hates this mystical nonsense, loathes these hands, despises this dependence upon a strange power— ]
Do you find this entertaining? Watching while I struggle, when you . . . you're just . . .
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if he's the one with the light now, then what of dextera? because this place is connected to him, does it not matter?
berkut looks down at the hands, seething. incoherent grumbling slips through gritted teeth, and his mood seems to worsen despite everything being put on pause. he hates this mystical nonsense, loathes these hands, despises this dependence upon a strange power— ]
Do you find this entertaining? Watching while I struggle, when you . . . you're just . . .