[ it’s the conviction with which he says it that rubs dextera the wrong way. how can he be so sure? amos always sounds confident in a way dextera can’t begin to understand. a more sympathetic gaze might connect the dots between amos’ memories and his callous disregard, but dextera does lack when it comes to amos in particular. feathers ruffled, he too stares down at the pool.
his own face staring back at him is not an unfamiliar sight. he just wishes he could reach beyond the fog in his mind and make it move. ]
Then give them to me.
[ an impossible ask, except under the present circumstances. ]
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his own face staring back at him is not an unfamiliar sight. he just wishes he could reach beyond the fog in his mind and make it move. ]
Then give them to me.
[ an impossible ask, except under the present circumstances. ]
Show me… show me what you’re so ungrateful for.