[ dextera listens to set in gentle, somber silence, allowing the image of egypt to lay over him. it’s like home and yet not—there’s something punishing about the brief vision from set, rather than the aftermath of a violent outburst as dextera knows. ]
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[ he doesn’t care about zenith. whether it’s a necessary force or not, he doesn’t care. he realizes that with clarity when set attempts to bargain for its existence; but then, dextera has never truly cared about things that don’t serve his own ends. he just makes a good showing of pretending he does.
maybe that’s how they’ve ended up here. ]
I want to… [ he starts off with conviction, and then finds himself at a loss. ] I just want to go home. I want to see everything exactly the way it was. The other side… they don’t understand why I don’t want to change anything.
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[ he doesn’t care about zenith. whether it’s a necessary force or not, he doesn’t care. he realizes that with clarity when set attempts to bargain for its existence; but then, dextera has never truly cared about things that don’t serve his own ends. he just makes a good showing of pretending he does.
maybe that’s how they’ve ended up here. ]
I want to… [ he starts off with conviction, and then finds himself at a loss. ] I just want to go home. I want to see everything exactly the way it was. The other side… they don’t understand why I don’t want to change anything.