... I think those are questions that no one else can give you an answer to.
[ His mental voice is quiet, even now barely audible as he gives that answer. Because he can feel it even in the tone of that "test," Dextera is searching for his own. He knows what's it like, how he struggles with it now: ]
To be honest, I don't want to fight.
[ It's said simply, yet turmotiously as he rumbles with his own thoughts. As if speaking them into existence to another makes it true: ]
From everything I've seen, I can't give up on the people on the other side of this. They were — they are — just like us. We're not any different. They're just... tools for someone else.
[ The 'just like us' flits through his mind, goes unsaid. ] ... Maybe I would have given up if I hadn't thought like that. If it's true, if everything is gone then — Why me, right? [ Why am I still here? ] I can't give up on everyone, everything. I know there's bad people and things in the world. I've seen it —
But I guess I'm here because I can't stop believing there's a potential for change and growth. Maybe we're wrong and we'll learn that one day, but I haven't — We haven't been forced to do anything yet. So I've got to believe until we get that answer, one way or another.
[ Which he realizes isn't an answer to will he fight; But he's more of a pacifist by nature. He doesn't seek fighting for the sake of it, only in retaliation to protect something. ]
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[ His mental voice is quiet, even now barely audible as he gives that answer. Because he can feel it even in the tone of that "test," Dextera is searching for his own. He knows what's it like, how he struggles with it now: ]
To be honest, I don't want to fight.
[ It's said simply, yet turmotiously as he rumbles with his own thoughts. As if speaking them into existence to another makes it true: ]
From everything I've seen, I can't give up on the people on the other side of this. They were — they are — just like us. We're not any different. They're just... tools for someone else.
[ The 'just like us' flits through his mind, goes unsaid. ] ... Maybe I would have given up if I hadn't thought like that. If it's true, if everything is gone then — Why me, right? [ Why am I still here? ] I can't give up on everyone, everything. I know there's bad people and things in the world. I've seen it —
But I guess I'm here because I can't stop believing there's a potential for change and growth. Maybe we're wrong and we'll learn that one day, but I haven't — We haven't been forced to do anything yet. So I've got to believe until we get that answer, one way or another.
[ Which he realizes isn't an answer to will he fight; But he's more of a pacifist by nature. He doesn't seek fighting for the sake of it, only in retaliation to protect something. ]