[He pulls his hand back when Dextera shrinks away, curling his fingers into his own palm. Useless, he can't even help with something like this. He can't even be a supportive... whatever they are.
But then he's facing him again, admitting such a difficult thing, and Guren can only watch him, wondering what he can do. Just like with Mahiru, he's powerless. Is he going to be forced to stand here, chasing a power desperately that he can't have, missing it before he can save Dextera from whatever path he's going down like this? The thought is sickening.]
I'm sorry. [That's the first thing he has to say, belatedly dropping his hand back to his side.]
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But then he's facing him again, admitting such a difficult thing, and Guren can only watch him, wondering what he can do. Just like with Mahiru, he's powerless. Is he going to be forced to stand here, chasing a power desperately that he can't have, missing it before he can save Dextera from whatever path he's going down like this? The thought is sickening.]
I'm sorry. [That's the first thing he has to say, belatedly dropping his hand back to his side.]
Is there anything I can do to help?
[How pathetic, that all he can do is ask.]