[ dextera flinches, but it works. the combination of his own need and hayame’s judgmental gaze spurs him to spit it out and finish the question. ]
I don’t know if I can defend myself against Zenith.
[ not the zenites themselves; he feels as if he can handle them in a physical fight, should it come to that. he’s less sure on the grounds of emotional warfare, which this whole ritual seems inclined to force them to do. ]
no subject
I don’t know if I can defend myself against Zenith.
[ not the zenites themselves; he feels as if he can handle them in a physical fight, should it come to that. he’s less sure on the grounds of emotional warfare, which this whole ritual seems inclined to force them to do. ]