[ maybe there was only one way this could have ended after all, and dextera was only delaying the inevitable by trying to speak with him. maybe he even made it worse—if this were the real thing, and gen had years and years to sit with this conversation, it’s possible this could have been a seed planted.
instead, dextera is still on the ground, and he leans forward to brush the scattered grave back together. ]
It’s okay.
[ he says it quietly to the real gen, without lifting his gaze from the little headstone he’s putting back together. ]
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instead, dextera is still on the ground, and he leans forward to brush the scattered grave back together. ]
It’s okay.
[ he says it quietly to the real gen, without lifting his gaze from the little headstone he’s putting back together. ]
I don’t want you to do it. I can do it for you.