[ dextera remembers how their friendship started. it was in a situation not so different from this one, but the stakes had been something else entirely, and dextera had somehow had more power then than he does now. he’s gotten too attached to this world and people in it: everything has consequences now, and he’s in mourning for his own failure.
he has nothing to bring makoto except himself. he isn’t sure that will do much good. ]
I thought…
[ they never talked about it, really. they’d even actively avoided it back in horos, and it had just had no reason to come up in makoto’s brief stay with him in springstar. now, though…
he shakes his head, sitting in front of makoto with his legs folded under him. it’s with reluctance, not pressure, that he acknowledges makoto’s reality: ]
no subject
he has nothing to bring makoto except himself. he isn’t sure that will do much good. ]
I thought…
[ they never talked about it, really. they’d even actively avoided it back in horos, and it had just had no reason to come up in makoto’s brief stay with him in springstar. now, though…
he shakes his head, sitting in front of makoto with his legs folded under him. it’s with reluctance, not pressure, that he acknowledges makoto’s reality: ]
You have to choose, too. Is it hard?