[ Even without a voice, Dextera always finds a way to say so much. He speaks so little, and yet volumes could be written. ]

I am not the best Meridian, but I wish I could have proven someone worthy of holding onto their hopes.

[ For them, he could have been stronger. More powerful, peerless. He does not think he would have been the best, emotionally, or the friendliest, but as a war god he was meant to be inspirational. Meant to be a figurehead upon which others could fasten their faith upon — and he had lost it, when he became a tyrant. An evil god. The bane. ]

I wanted to see you, too.