[ dextera, truthfully, doesn’t spend much time gazing at the little bead that was given to them. he doesn’t want to see his homeworld, but he feels a responsibility to what it represents to keep it safe. that’s why he is going towards the craftsman, but when he’s able to see past the people milling around and catch sight of hayame’s body, he— ]
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[ why is he so afraid? his last memory of her was… it was harmless. wasn’t it? he knows there are pieces he’s missing, even from things he experienced relatively recently, but he’s sure that he would remember an event that makes him feel like this. chest tight, muscles tense, he places his hand over his heart and looks away from hayame—guilty—when he realizes she’s looking at him, too. ]
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[ why is he so afraid? his last memory of her was… it was harmless. wasn’t it? he knows there are pieces he’s missing, even from things he experienced relatively recently, but he’s sure that he would remember an event that makes him feel like this. chest tight, muscles tense, he places his hand over his heart and looks away from hayame—guilty—when he realizes she’s looking at him, too. ]