[ dextera hadn’t yet thought about what it might be like to feel the shard in his body but not be able to see it. he’s been struck briefly blind before, but it’s never lasted any longer than anything else he’s suffered. with the exception of his voice, everything returns to him eventually, and he’s able to take stock of his body with his eyes in every new life. ]
…they’re “us.” The bodies around them are just projections, shaped by our identities.
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…they’re “us.” The bodies around them are just projections, shaped by our identities.
[ that’s the way he understands it, anyway. ]
You don’t have to let me in.