[ that feels like as much as dextera can get from his memories. he’s accustomed to working on little, but this time it really feels like there’s nothing else to recall—from here on out, whatever form the conversation takes, it’s new territory. ]
…
[ he nods, remembers that’s not going to work, and sits down next to mamoru to let the movement speak for him. now that that strange introduction is out of the way, though, dextera uses his shard to commune instead, his soft voice pressing at the edge of mamoru’s consciousness if he’s willing to hear. ]
no subject
…
[ he nods, remembers that’s not going to work, and sits down next to mamoru to let the movement speak for him. now that that strange introduction is out of the way, though, dextera uses his shard to commune instead, his soft voice pressing at the edge of mamoru’s consciousness if he’s willing to hear. ]
…I’m sorry.