[ dextera doesn’t know what to do. gen’s mild answer, despite the fact that it doesn’t seem accompanied by anger, leaves dextera at a loss of what the best thing to say next is—so he simply doesn’t say anything, and his cowardice is rewarded in the form of gen conceding to dextera’s insistent agony.
strangely, he doesn’t find that it makes him feel much better. ]
I… I will.
[ is that enough? ]
I don’t want to die. But if I have to, I don’t want to die alone. That’s all. That’s all.
[ in the transition from horos to kenos, dextera realizes he’s speaking more freely with gen than before. he can’t give a reason for it beyond the fact that things have changed. maybe it’s the archangel’s presence, now, forcing dextera to lower himself in the consideration of his peers. where he once regarded gen as someone to protect, his own sense of self has shrunk under the high-noon blaze of the archangel. ]
[ It does feel like some things have changed between them, even if Gen couldn't pinpoint why with as much accuracy as Dextera might be able to. For him, it's simply a shift into strangely familiar territory; he sounds almost matter of fact as he continues quietly: ]
I know that's what you want.
[ His response is simple, almost meaningless, but the emotional between them says more than his words do. There's a deep, aching sense of understanding and empathy to his answer despite his resigned tone of voice, because honestly --
it's what he wants, too. To not die alone.
It's why what had happened to Dextera vexes him so much. ]
I get it. I'll deal with it. [ Deal with it how? He doesn't elaborate. In his mind, Dextera surrendered the right to know that the moment he simply accepted his circumstances. Gen forges on without giving Dextera a chance to butt in, quiet but steely. ] Tell me the next time something like this happens.
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strangely, he doesn’t find that it makes him feel much better. ]
I… I will.
[ is that enough? ]
I don’t want to die. But if I have to, I don’t want to die alone. That’s all. That’s all.
[ in the transition from horos to kenos, dextera realizes he’s speaking more freely with gen than before. he can’t give a reason for it beyond the fact that things have changed. maybe it’s the archangel’s presence, now, forcing dextera to lower himself in the consideration of his peers. where he once regarded gen as someone to protect, his own sense of self has shrunk under the high-noon blaze of the archangel. ]
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[ It does feel like some things have changed between them, even if Gen couldn't pinpoint why with as much accuracy as Dextera might be able to. For him, it's simply a shift into strangely familiar territory; he sounds almost matter of fact as he continues quietly: ]
I know that's what you want.
[ His response is simple, almost meaningless, but the emotional between them says more than his words do. There's a deep, aching sense of understanding and empathy to his answer despite his resigned tone of voice, because honestly --
it's what he wants, too. To not die alone.
It's why what had happened to Dextera vexes him so much. ]
I get it. I'll deal with it. [ Deal with it how? He doesn't elaborate. In his mind, Dextera surrendered the right to know that the moment he simply accepted his circumstances. Gen forges on without giving Dextera a chance to butt in, quiet but steely. ] Tell me the next time something like this happens.
[ Then he cuts the connection between them. ]