[ dextera doesn’t want that responsibility. his head jerks up from where he had been lowering it, naturally ashamed as the archangel stated his generous goals, but he doesn’t actually think he can protest it. already, he can imagine the archangel scolding him for rebuking a gift so gracious.
his head spins with all the ways this could go wrong. yet, he can’t say no or turn around, not with his initial hope to protect the archangel still in mind. ]
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[ dextera doesn’t want that responsibility. his head jerks up from where he had been lowering it, naturally ashamed as the archangel stated his generous goals, but he doesn’t actually think he can protest it. already, he can imagine the archangel scolding him for rebuking a gift so gracious.
his head spins with all the ways this could go wrong. yet, he can’t say no or turn around, not with his initial hope to protect the archangel still in mind. ]
I don’t know… who…