in the world dextera comes from, no one is lucky enough to have a name anymore. they’re all designated by the roles they play, or worse, their distorted delusions. even dextera’s own appellation is just a cruel nickname, but it’s closer to the person he thinks he is than what the archangel and the others call him.
thus, although dextera is unaware of the rules of hell and the full meaning of makoto giving him his name, he knows what it means to him, and context alone tells him that this is a guarded secret. ]
…thank you, Makoto.
[ his answer, truly grateful in how succinct it is. ]
( that's just the power of a name, isn't it? in hell, hierarchy isn't hereditary. it's also not something won by brute strength — when violence can't permanently kill a demon, what would that cause but an endless cycle of wasted time? no, where makoto comes from, the strongest demons are that way because others believe that they are. a demon lives as long as their name is held in the hearts of others and spoken aloud; the more feared the name (or title) is, the more unassailable that demon's position becomes.
even if it's not the same, even if it's not respect or envy or fear, the wordless exchange that passes between them now tells him that there is still some importance being attributed to his show of trust. it's... bizarre, but not unpleasant. the concept of simple gratitude.
ah, but when had anyone ever been grateful to him for anything? )
Once things settle down, we will.
( though it unfortunately won't be for another few weeks, given that the newcomers will soon be coming to the shrines... and then they will have plenty to talk about. )
I will reach out to you. Until then, do your best to stay in one piece, Dextera.
( the line of Communion remains open for just a moment longer before severing. )
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in the world dextera comes from, no one is lucky enough to have a name anymore. they’re all designated by the roles they play, or worse, their distorted delusions. even dextera’s own appellation is just a cruel nickname, but it’s closer to the person he thinks he is than what the archangel and the others call him.
thus, although dextera is unaware of the rules of hell and the full meaning of makoto giving him his name, he knows what it means to him, and context alone tells him that this is a guarded secret. ]
…thank you, Makoto.
[ his answer, truly grateful in how succinct it is. ]
I want to see you again soon.
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even if it's not the same, even if it's not respect or envy or fear, the wordless exchange that passes between them now tells him that there is still some importance being attributed to his show of trust. it's... bizarre, but not unpleasant. the concept of simple gratitude.
ah, but when had anyone ever been grateful to him for anything? )
Once things settle down, we will.
( though it unfortunately won't be for another few weeks, given that the newcomers will soon be coming to the shrines... and then they will have plenty to talk about. )
I will reach out to you. Until then, do your best to stay in one piece, Dextera.
( the line of Communion remains open for just a moment longer before severing. )