[ dextera has been up and down since all this started. the world breaking down around them had been horribly, hauntingly familiar, and dextera thought at first that he would be uniquely equipped to weather it. that may have been true in the city, but now that they’ve been all pulled down and he’s reminded of the tower all over again, he feels a way he hasn’t in months. maybe nearly a year—he doesn’t know exactly how long it’s been since he last saw the red sky above or god down below, but what this has all proven to him is that it’s never far from his memory.
gen speaks to him, and he shakes his head, mute and miserable. of course, physically, he’s alive. in all other ways, he’s barely keeping his head above water. ]
I can’t stand it here.
[ he communes as always, but with their barriers broken down, the words are accompanied by a gust of desperation. he’s losing himself. ]
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gen speaks to him, and he shakes his head, mute and miserable. of course, physically, he’s alive. in all other ways, he’s barely keeping his head above water. ]
I can’t stand it here.
[ he communes as always, but with their barriers broken down, the words are accompanied by a gust of desperation. he’s losing himself. ]