[ and, as expected, dextera shows up around noon tomorrow wiiiiith a jar of coconut water. he wanted to bring something, and they suddenly had a lot of coconuts thanks to joshua and estelle’s magic appearing milkboxes. water seemed like a better option than bringing ryo a whole-ass coconut.
[ ryo answers the door quickly, eyeing the jar of water in dextera's hands. he appreciates the sentiment, he supposes, but this was absolutely not necessary. ]
[ dextera nods, stepping through the door once it feels polite to do so. the jar is tucked safely under his arm. ]
I got beans. [ which sucks because he doesn’t know how to cook them, and therefore, they’re unpleasant to eat. he already tried. ] My housemates… got coconuts. And cheese.
This town has been oddly generous lately—the banquet, the portals, and now this. [ it's suspicious, in his opinion. he closes the door behind dextera and heads toward his bedroom. ]
[ he signs that without actually looking at ryo, but there’s a troubled expression on his face—he realizes he’s in the minority here, since most people were glad to return, but… ]
Mine was, but I'm aware other portals weren't as pleasant; I entered one that took me to a strange tower filled with odd creatures that tried to kill me.
[ sinistra's portal sucked, 0/10 would not recommend. ]
[ yeah, it absolutely fucking sucks. dextera knows—ryo didn’t even see what the outside looked like, but both are equally bad in their own special, terrible ways.
once they’re in ryo’s bedroom, he sets the jar of water on the nearest flat surface. ]
It’s dead. The world. [ a pause. ] Where is the book?
[ A split second of silence hangs in the air between them. Ryo's expression doesn't change, but his thoughts briefly drift to his own world. It might be dead soon, too—or rather, no longer a place for humanity once the inevitable nuclear war engulfs the planet. ]
My desk. [ Ryo pulls out one of the desk drawers and takes out the book. The cover is a red simulated leather with gold lettering. ]
[ it is a lovely bible, at least, and dextera takes it in hand as soon as it’s offered to him. like ryo said, some of the passages are blurry, but dextera thinks he’ll be able to recall them in time—or at least the gist of them. ]
That's a difficult question. [ and one he's never really thought about until dextera asked, honestly. he rolls the question over in his head throughout the next several seconds, trying to formulate a decent enough answer to it. ]
The Old Testament is an interesting read in general; it's vital to the doctrines of Christianity and its religious and social origins. Genesis and Exodus are important, but so are the books of Samuel, the latter prophets, etc. [ he pauses. ] Isaiah, maybe? I've read it many times.
[ "i've read this particular book a lot" doesn't necessarily translate it to being his favorite, but it's close enough to an answer, he supposes. ]
[ it’s a silly question to ask about the books of the bible anyway, and dextera realizes that—his choice would probably be the old testament as well, any of it, all of it. the story of cain and abel is not a “favorite,” exactly, but it gives him a lot to think about, often. ]
…
[ dextera flips through the book, and sure enough, the text of isaiah is sharp and clear with ryo’s memory of it. he runs his finger down one passage in particular. it’s one he remembers too well, and now, one he understands as a potential source of the archangel’s frustration. ]
See, the day of the Lord is coming —a cruel day, with wrath and fierce anger— to make the land desolate and destroy the sinners within it. The stars of heaven and their constellations will not show their light. The rising sun will be darkened and the moon will not give its light. I will punish the world for its evil, the wicked for their sins.
[ ryo moves closer so he can read along with dextera, eyes skimming over the familiar text, sharp and rich black with clear lines. he's spent many hours pouring over the book of isaiah and other parts of the bible, for several reasons; it's interesting to him as an anthropologist because religion tends to seep into nearly all facets of society, and because he wanted to figure out where he stands on religion. ]
God comes across as a cruel and sanguinary tyrant, doesn't he?
[ a moment flashes in dextera’s memory—his own voice, and the archangel’s red eyes. with all due respect, why is it that you hate god so much?
he doesn’t ask ryo this, of course. it’s none of his business why ryo dislikes god, though it’s obvious that he considers the christian deity tyrannical, possibly even malicious at worst. ryo may believe, but he’s not a man of devotion. ]
The Old Testament… features a wrathful God.
[ not a “human” one, as some may phrase it. the god of the old testament still thinks himself righteous and justified, and the people who would take after that would not consider themselves human. ]
[ ryo may not be consciously aware of it, but eons of resentment color his opinions, makes something nestle uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. the christian deity is a vindictive, capricious and unjust despot at best. certainly not worth worshipping. he prefers a more deist approach to god—a deity that doesn't care about human affairs and left everything in the universe to its own devices after creating the natural laws that allows it to run itself. it makes more sense to him than a specific religion, and allows him to reconcile faith with scientific fact.
of course, deep down he knows god is not as uninvolved with his creation as he would like to believe. ]
Tell me about her. [ he only knows what dextera told him a while back, about god being sick and the attempted fusion that robbed him of his voice but gave him the power to purify. ]
[ 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. ]
[ the word "love" earns dextera a dubious look from ryo, his expression distant and impassive. something in the blue of his eyes seems colder than usual. ]
Love doesn't exist. There's no such thing as love. [ he states flatly, as if correcting a student far out of his depth. he knows what it is in theory and he'll even say that the difference between demons and humans is that humans are capable of love, yet he refuses to acknowledge its existence—he's a bit contradictory in that regard. ]
[ there are a lot of things dextera could say to that. doesn’t ryo love akira? it doesn’t have to be romantic. if he cares, that’s love. dextera has come to love a lot of people in this town, too, though guren is the one above them all.
instead, he seems to shrink, though he doesn’t completely wither under ryo’s flat denial of love. ]
There’s no other word. I want to… be one with her.
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[ recalling passages is a different skill than his memories! ]
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You can come pick it up right away; I'm not busy.
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How about tomorrow? I’d like to talk about it with you, if you don’t mind.
[ just for fun, honestly… since ryo asked him in the first place. ]
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I don't mind. Does around noon sound good?
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[ and, as expected, dextera shows up around noon tomorrow wiiiiith a jar of coconut water. he wanted to bring something, and they suddenly had a lot of coconuts thanks to joshua and estelle’s magic appearing milkboxes. water seemed like a better option than bringing ryo a whole-ass coconut.
he knocks. ]
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You didn't have to bring anything.
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Coconut.
[ he still didn’t have to bring it… but it’s better than just some water. ]
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I got beans. [ which sucks because he doesn’t know how to cook them, and therefore, they’re unpleasant to eat. he already tried. ] My housemates… got coconuts. And cheese.
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I hope there isn't a catch.
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[ he signs that without actually looking at ryo, but there’s a troubled expression on his face—he realizes he’s in the minority here, since most people were glad to return, but… ]
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[ sinistra's portal sucked, 0/10 would not recommend. ]
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[ dextera knows that for a fact. if a tower was involved, it had to have been big bro’s—dextera is lucky that his wasn’t the same. ]
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[ There's no point in sugarcoating it; that portal looked like some sort of post-apocalyptic hellhole. ]
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once they’re in ryo’s bedroom, he sets the jar of water on the nearest flat surface. ]
It’s dead. The world. [ a pause. ] Where is the book?
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My desk. [ Ryo pulls out one of the desk drawers and takes out the book. The cover is a red simulated leather with gold lettering. ]
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Which book is your favorite?
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The Old Testament is an interesting read in general; it's vital to the doctrines of Christianity and its religious and social origins. Genesis and Exodus are important, but so are the books of Samuel, the latter prophets, etc. [ he pauses. ] Isaiah, maybe? I've read it many times.
[ "i've read this particular book a lot" doesn't necessarily translate it to being his favorite, but it's close enough to an answer, he supposes. ]
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…
[ dextera flips through the book, and sure enough, the text of isaiah is sharp and clear with ryo’s memory of it. he runs his finger down one passage in particular. it’s one he remembers too well, and now, one he understands as a potential source of the archangel’s frustration. ]
See, the day of the Lord is coming
—a cruel day, with wrath and fierce anger—
to make the land desolate
and destroy the sinners within it.
The stars of heaven and their constellations
will not show their light.
The rising sun will be darkened
and the moon will not give its light.
I will punish the world for its evil,
the wicked for their sins.
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God comes across as a cruel and sanguinary tyrant, doesn't he?
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he doesn’t ask ryo this, of course. it’s none of his business why ryo dislikes god, though it’s obvious that he considers the christian deity tyrannical, possibly even malicious at worst. ryo may believe, but he’s not a man of devotion. ]
The Old Testament… features a wrathful God.
[ not a “human” one, as some may phrase it. the god of the old testament still thinks himself righteous and justified, and the people who would take after that would not consider themselves human. ]
He’s different, from the one I know.
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of course, deep down he knows god is not as uninvolved with his creation as he would like to believe. ]
Tell me about her. [ he only knows what dextera told him a while back, about god being sick and the attempted fusion that robbed him of his voice but gave him the power to purify. ]
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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.
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Love doesn't exist. There's no such thing as love. [ he states flatly, as if correcting a student far out of his depth. he knows what it is in theory and he'll even say that the difference between demons and humans is that humans are capable of love, yet he refuses to acknowledge its existence—he's a bit contradictory in that regard. ]
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[ there are a lot of things dextera could say to that. doesn’t ryo love akira? it doesn’t have to be romantic. if he cares, that’s love. dextera has come to love a lot of people in this town, too, though guren is the one above them all.
instead, he seems to shrink, though he doesn’t completely wither under ryo’s flat denial of love. ]
There’s no other word. I want to… be one with her.
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