[ dextera closes the bible, setting it aside. what does he know about god, really? it feels so presumptuous to say anything, but he’s the one closest to her. he’s the only person that can truly speak the dabar on her behalf. ]
She’s… warm. What a “mother” should be.
[ dextera does not remember his mother, but the utter lack of emotion he feels at trying to recall her suggests that he was never close to her in the first place. instead, he follows eliza’s example, considering god as a kind of mother to all no matter how oedipal his desire to return to her may be in that light.
She’s deranged. She forgot her pain, and let the world corrupt, but…
[ dextera looks at his own hand, for a moment, pausing in his words. ]
no subject
She’s… warm. What a “mother” should be.
[ dextera does not remember his mother, but the utter lack of emotion he feels at trying to recall her suggests that he was never close to her in the first place. instead, he follows eliza’s example, considering god as a kind of mother to all no matter how oedipal his desire to return to her may be in that light.
She’s deranged. She forgot her pain, and let the world corrupt, but…
[ dextera looks at his own hand, for a moment, pausing in his words. ]
I “love” her.