[ amos is defending him. the irony of dextera holding a grudge in this light is not lost on him, but there’s still something about amos’ casual disregard that seems to rub dextera the wrong way. it’s the same as—the same as before, a conversation that dextera doesn’t altogether remember, but he recalls clearly his own feelings. there was the sensation of being talked down to, some kind of cosmic shrug in his direction that no matter what he thinks or feels, amos is on the right side and dextera will come to see that.
they aren’t necessarily opposed here and now. there’s no benefit to dextera holding anything against him, except that it would have spared dextera if he had been able to produce a better reason. instead, the archangel is offering him up, amos doesn’t care, and dextera’s estimation of hythlodaeus is that he’ll go with the will of the group. ]
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[ dextera’s response to the archangel, petty, is kept to himself. he doesn’t make eye contact, though that’s nothing new. ]
I don’t want to die. [ it’s less like a desperate plea, though, and more like the petulance of a child who doesn’t want to eat their vegetables but knows they’ll lose anyway. ] If you’re going to make me die, he has to do it. So you can see! So you can see that he’s…
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they aren’t necessarily opposed here and now. there’s no benefit to dextera holding anything against him, except that it would have spared dextera if he had been able to produce a better reason. instead, the archangel is offering him up, amos doesn’t care, and dextera’s estimation of hythlodaeus is that he’ll go with the will of the group. ]
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[ dextera’s response to the archangel, petty, is kept to himself. he doesn’t make eye contact, though that’s nothing new. ]
I don’t want to die. [ it’s less like a desperate plea, though, and more like the petulance of a child who doesn’t want to eat their vegetables but knows they’ll lose anyway. ] If you’re going to make me die, he has to do it. So you can see! So you can see that he’s…