The disapproval rubs Dextera in a different way than usual. He might normally just wilt under it, but this time it’s a brief frustration that darkens his expression.
“It’s not the same,” he insists, almost petulant despite the distance sound of his voice through their Shards.
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“It’s not the same,” he insists, almost petulant despite the distance sound of his voice through their Shards.