[ his silence means it’s easy for him to get pushed into a particular direction. he knows they need his help, and he does plan to help, but— ]
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[ perhaps he’s not allowed to be selfish at a time like this. for all he knows, this strange little creature used his sand for something productive, and asking for it back would actively harm something that’s already been assisted. dextera’s brow furrows as he goes through this mental struggle, but ultimately, he decides that he’s already so low on time that he can’t afford to sacrifice any more.
he gestures more urgently to himself. whether or not mr. tibbs can hear him, he insists upon it in his shard as if to remind himself. ]
no subject
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[ perhaps he’s not allowed to be selfish at a time like this. for all he knows, this strange little creature used his sand for something productive, and asking for it back would actively harm something that’s already been assisted. dextera’s brow furrows as he goes through this mental struggle, but ultimately, he decides that he’s already so low on time that he can’t afford to sacrifice any more.
he gestures more urgently to himself. whether or not mr. tibbs can hear him, he insists upon it in his shard as if to remind himself. ]
It was mine. You took something of mine!