[Shockingly, Damian gives a rather modest beam, shoulders hunching.] I like him, too. [In the end, Damian is a "hero," and he rigorously follows his father's code of helping others without expecting compensation. Sometimes, he may need a hero of his own to help him through some tough stuff.]
He's really strong and he's brave. [Damian's hand grows warm. The gentle light blanketing him around the edges returns, but this time, it slowly gets more bright, or maybe it's seeping inward from the outside.] And sometimes, he's dumb and doesn't take care of himself, but he wants to help everyone else. And even if he's worried, he doesn't show it, so you aren't worried, too. [The light consumes Damian until he's nothing more than that, growing. He's bigger, slightly. His voice is somewhat deeper, more familiar.]
Frankly, he's an imbecile more often than not.
[The glow dies away as slowly as it came, leaving behind a thirteen year old boy with a sour face and a stream of tears, holding Dextera by the hand without letting go.] A self-sacrificing fool who cared too much about everyone else instead of himself, especially you. I still want to kill him for not letting us at least say goodbye. [As if they had a choice.] But... I'll miss his old, ugly, annoying ass.
[The stag and all the fawn don't move, just continue to look at the two of them. The edges of the clearing with the pool, the edges of the island completely, begin to crack and crumble, rushing inward to meet him and Dextera. Everything disappears until nothing is left but a slowly fading stag that snorts derisively at the both of them.]
He hasn't left us. We can still keep going.
[Even in the town again, Damian doesn't immediately let go of Dextera's hand. He does, however, reach up with his other to try to get rid of the wetness to his cheeks.]
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He's really strong and he's brave. [Damian's hand grows warm. The gentle light blanketing him around the edges returns, but this time, it slowly gets more bright, or maybe it's seeping inward from the outside.] And sometimes, he's dumb and doesn't take care of himself, but he wants to help everyone else. And even if he's worried, he doesn't show it, so you aren't worried, too. [The light consumes Damian until he's nothing more than that, growing. He's bigger, slightly. His voice is somewhat deeper, more familiar.]
Frankly, he's an imbecile more often than not.
[The glow dies away as slowly as it came, leaving behind a thirteen year old boy with a sour face and a stream of tears, holding Dextera by the hand without letting go.] A self-sacrificing fool who cared too much about everyone else instead of himself, especially you. I still want to kill him for not letting us at least say goodbye. [As if they had a choice.] But... I'll miss his old, ugly, annoying ass.
[The stag and all the fawn don't move, just continue to look at the two of them. The edges of the clearing with the pool, the edges of the island completely, begin to crack and crumble, rushing inward to meet him and Dextera. Everything disappears until nothing is left but a slowly fading stag that snorts derisively at the both of them.]
He hasn't left us. We can still keep going.
[Even in the town again, Damian doesn't immediately let go of Dextera's hand. He does, however, reach up with his other to try to get rid of the wetness to his cheeks.]