[ akira is right. even if people disappear, even if dextera constantly struggles with feeling like half a person, there are people who care about him. people who want him to be safe and whole. ]
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[ before dextera can respond to that, though, the darkness closes in with an impossible speed, snuffing the light between them like dousing a candle. he can’t even call out to akira with no voice in his throat, and when he gropes forward in a terrified instant, his hands find nothing. for akira, too, the sensation must be similar—and then, all at once, as if nothing happened, they’re back in town. ]
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[ before dextera can respond to that, though, the darkness closes in with an impossible speed, snuffing the light between them like dousing a candle. he can’t even call out to akira with no voice in his throat, and when he gropes forward in a terrified instant, his hands find nothing. for akira, too, the sensation must be similar—and then, all at once, as if nothing happened, they’re back in town. ]
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