there’s nothing that he can do that will ever be good enough, but the archangel relies on him again and again—and that’s the kind of thing that ruins a person, eventually. he has a job that he can’t seem to fulfill, and nothing works. nothing is good enough, no matter how kind the archangel’s smile is or how reassuring his words are.
they’re laced with such a hate that it makes dextera afraid, but then he asks dextera to stay, to make a new world with him, and dextera feels like he owes this man who is suffering because of him.
but he creates the wrong world, an endless selfish mistake, because he’s a foolish coward. guren has said none of this, and hasn’t even implied it, but dextera’s perceptions are inevitably shaped by all of this. he nods, slowly, still impossibly sorry—in a way guren may never understand—but willing to let it go for now.
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there’s nothing that he can do that will ever be good enough, but the archangel relies on him again and again—and that’s the kind of thing that ruins a person, eventually. he has a job that he can’t seem to fulfill, and nothing works. nothing is good enough, no matter how kind the archangel’s smile is or how reassuring his words are.
they’re laced with such a hate that it makes dextera afraid, but then he asks dextera to stay, to make a new world with him, and dextera feels like he owes this man who is suffering because of him.
but he creates the wrong world, an endless selfish mistake, because he’s a foolish coward. guren has said none of this, and hasn’t even implied it, but dextera’s perceptions are inevitably shaped by all of this. he nods, slowly, still impossibly sorry—in a way guren may never understand—but willing to let it go for now.
for now, it’s okay. ]