[It's there that Mamoru does turn to where Dextera is standing, his boots scraping on the forest ground underneath the sole, the crackle loud to his ears within this muted conversation. Looking at him doesn't help him parse what he's feeling nor aid in any way in what he wants to convey. But it does lend to the whole feeling behind his words, the showcase of the quirk of his lip, or even a glimpse of the monster that it had been shouted about.]
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I've been beyond atonement for a while.