[ there are a lot of things dextera could say to that. it’s not that he’s vehement in defending love, since it’s such a new feeling to him, but hearing feelings reduced to chemicals does unsettle him, just a little.
he pauses, rubbing his thumb over his arm, where the archangel’s consciousness orb once rested. his influence, maybe artificial. ]
…I need her. [ dextera decides to amend his statement from before, instead of pushing ryo on it. he doesn’t have the heart for it. ] “Love” or not. It hurts to be alone.
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[ there are a lot of things dextera could say to that. it’s not that he’s vehement in defending love, since it’s such a new feeling to him, but hearing feelings reduced to chemicals does unsettle him, just a little.
he pauses, rubbing his thumb over his arm, where the archangel’s consciousness orb once rested. his influence, maybe artificial. ]
…I need her. [ dextera decides to amend his statement from before, instead of pushing ryo on it. he doesn’t have the heart for it. ] “Love” or not. It hurts to be alone.