[ sometimes he isn't so sure anymore where he stands on the line between demons and humans; something is eating away at him like rot, making him question the things he's done and how much of him is him and not the result of some insidious outside source. ]
I am. [ what an astute observation, dextera. ] I'm just pointing out human nature.
[ there’s only one person he would expect it from, anyway—whether or not ryo loves akira doesn’t matter as much as if he would even consider it. how coldly would he deny the possibility? wouldn’t that make akira sad?
[ 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.
[ ryo watches dextera's thumb move along his arm and there's a brief silence as he considers how he wants to respond. ]
...You sound like you never got over being separated from your brother and now want to fill the void by merging with God.
[ it's one thing to reminisce about the past—he does it often, thinking about his shared childhood with akira—but this? it's a little pathetic, honestly. the past is in the past, you have to move on with your life at some point. ]
he doesn’t like ryo’s guess, and it makes him immediately, painfully defensive—even if it’s true, and even if it’s something he might even admit to under different circumstances, he doesn’t want to be told that. it makes him feel wrong and vulnerable and exposed. ]
[ it’s even more pathetic, maybe, that he would run away after that, but this conversation has taken an unpleasant turn—his brother’s appearance here has only made that wound in his heart a little more raw, and ryo is managing to prod in all the right places to upset him. ]
[ well, that took an abrupt turn, didn't it. for a second, it looks like ryo's just going to quietly watch him leave, but then— ]
I'm right, aren't I? [ the corners of his mouth lift slightly, hinting at a smile, and it's not a nice smile. far from it, actually; it looks like it belongs to a predator that just stumbled along a wounded prey. ]
You're chasing the past and expecting God to solve your problems for you.
[ there's literally no need to say any of this when he already hit a sore spot, but ryo asuka is not a good person and sometimes the darkness that festers inside him bleeds through. ]
[ even if dextera said he was going to go, he doesn’t move—it’s in his nature to hang around like this like he’s waiting to be punished, no matter how much it hurts to have ryo push at him.
he considers ryo a friend, too, so it hurts just a little more than it would from someone else. ]
…
[ and underneath the pain, he’s… angry. he’s angry, helplessly so, a victim of his own erratic emotions when he has too many feelings and not enough memories to make sense of them. ]
So what?
[ the movements of his hands this time are sharp. ]
[ he's indifferent to the anger, to the sharpness present in his gestures. ryo's voice is calm like a placid lake, that unpleasant smile of his staying in place as he looks dextera in the eye. ]
who decided, though, that it should be pathetic to want to have someone to fill this painful hole in his heart? he’s so terribly, agonizingly lonely, and even guren doesn’t always assuage it. he needs his brother, or he needs god. ]
[ dextera is being dismissed, released, something—whatever it is, he’ll gladly take it, because this is the closest he’s come to the edge of what his self-security can handle.
he picks up the book and puts it in the inner pocket of his coat, glancing only briefly to the small offering of coconut water he brought over. ryo can keep it. it’s fine. ]
…
[ dextera retreats after that, and he’s going to hole himself up in his room until he can figure out what he feels. ]
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I am. [ what an astute observation, dextera. ] I'm just pointing out human nature.
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[ there’s only one person he would expect it from, anyway—whether or not ryo loves akira doesn’t matter as much as if he would even consider it. how coldly would he deny the possibility? wouldn’t that make akira sad?
…does ryo care? dextera doesn’t know. ]
If you feel it, it’s “real.”
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What people call love is just a mixture of dopamine, serotonin, and adrenaline. Eating chocolate triggers the same chemical reaction in your brain.
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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.
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...You sound like you never got over being separated from your brother and now want to fill the void by merging with God.
[ it's one thing to reminisce about the past—he does it often, thinking about his shared childhood with akira—but this? it's a little pathetic, honestly. the past is in the past, you have to move on with your life at some point. ]
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he doesn’t like ryo’s guess, and it makes him immediately, painfully defensive—even if it’s true, and even if it’s something he might even admit to under different circumstances, he doesn’t want to be told that. it makes him feel wrong and vulnerable and exposed. ]
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[ it’s even more pathetic, maybe, that he would run away after that, but this conversation has taken an unpleasant turn—his brother’s appearance here has only made that wound in his heart a little more raw, and ryo is managing to prod in all the right places to upset him. ]
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I'm right, aren't I? [ the corners of his mouth lift slightly, hinting at a smile, and it's not a nice smile. far from it, actually; it looks like it belongs to a predator that just stumbled along a wounded prey. ]
You're chasing the past and expecting God to solve your problems for you.
[ there's literally no need to say any of this when he already hit a sore spot, but ryo asuka is not a good person and sometimes the darkness that festers inside him bleeds through. ]
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he considers ryo a friend, too, so it hurts just a little more than it would from someone else. ]
…
[ and underneath the pain, he’s… angry. he’s angry, helplessly so, a victim of his own erratic emotions when he has too many feelings and not enough memories to make sense of them. ]
So what?
[ the movements of his hands this time are sharp. ]
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[ he's indifferent to the anger, to the sharpness present in his gestures. ryo's voice is calm like a placid lake, that unpleasant smile of his staying in place as he looks dextera in the eye. ]
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who decided, though, that it should be pathetic to want to have someone to fill this painful hole in his heart? he’s so terribly, agonizingly lonely, and even guren doesn’t always assuage it. he needs his brother, or he needs god. ]
Stop it.
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Don't forget to take the book with you.
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he picks up the book and puts it in the inner pocket of his coat, glancing only briefly to the small offering of coconut water he brought over. ryo can keep it. it’s fine. ]
…
[ dextera retreats after that, and he’s going to hole himself up in his room until he can figure out what he feels. ]