[ manon didn’t answer him, but he was acknowledged, at least. even if only by accident, manon knows that dextera is in pursuit—but it clearly brought him no comfort, because he’s still going, navigating through difficult terrain just to get away from them. dextera follows.
he doesn’t worry about the way he gets hurt or dirty in following manon, balancing himself on uneven patches as slides down. he’ll look at the scrapes on his hands and knees from his reckless decline later. his own sweat stings the new cuts in his palms.
who is here? hayame, he knows. he passed john, but he doesn’t think john is a threat. he doesn’t know how aggressive he needs to be in throwing off others, so he holds back his aforementioned spells until he knows his true enemies.
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he doesn’t worry about the way he gets hurt or dirty in following manon, balancing himself on uneven patches as slides down. he’ll look at the scrapes on his hands and knees from his reckless decline later. his own sweat stings the new cuts in his palms.
who is here? hayame, he knows. he passed john, but he doesn’t think john is a threat. he doesn’t know how aggressive he needs to be in throwing off others, so he holds back his aforementioned spells until he knows his true enemies.
he doesn’t try to commune with manon again. ]