[ dextera knows so many people feel that way, and with good reason. the world he left behind was an utter hellscape of his own making, and the people who lived in it were either so far gone that hope was the only delusion they had left, or they were quietly waiting for the archangel’s new world as the zenites are now.
he doesn’t want either of those. he just wants everything to stay exactly as it was. he doesn’t want anything new, he doesn’t want anything different—that’s where his faith in meridian comes from, more than anything. stagnation, some might call it, but he just thinks of it as a return to what is known. ]
No!
[ like a child throwing a tantrum, dextera doesn’t have any of his powers to rely on, but he has the kind of feral strength of a caged animal; along with a rush of meridian energy, even though his shard is now protesting the limits, he leverages himself back against a wall and kicks and pushes and prepares himself to bite, too, if it comes to that. ]
I don’t want a new world! I want everything to go back to how it was!
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he doesn’t want either of those. he just wants everything to stay exactly as it was. he doesn’t want anything new, he doesn’t want anything different—that’s where his faith in meridian comes from, more than anything. stagnation, some might call it, but he just thinks of it as a return to what is known. ]
No!
[ like a child throwing a tantrum, dextera doesn’t have any of his powers to rely on, but he has the kind of feral strength of a caged animal; along with a rush of meridian energy, even though his shard is now protesting the limits, he leverages himself back against a wall and kicks and pushes and prepares himself to bite, too, if it comes to that. ]
I don’t want a new world! I want everything to go back to how it was!