[ it should be a comforting thing. dextera is waiting for the wash of relief that should come with entrusting himself to someone much more capable. instead of satisfied, however, he feels… ashamed. he’s acutely aware of his own weakness now in a way he didn’t use to be, and hayame’s imposing presence just magnifies that feeling.
he lowers his head, trying to keep the shame off his face. ]
Thank you. I’ll try to fight… I will, but it’s always been…
[ he starts to trail off, but he reminds himself to finish his sentence to avoid her ire a second time. ]
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he lowers his head, trying to keep the shame off his face. ]
Thank you. I’ll try to fight… I will, but it’s always been…
[ he starts to trail off, but he reminds himself to finish his sentence to avoid her ire a second time. ]
It’s always been hard for me. The mind.