[ dextera is taking it easier than it seems he is. although he has trouble believing dokja, he isn’t afraid of him, nor is he worried about what kind of person dokja must be to have hurt others and hidden it. his hand only trembles because of his own tendency toward panic. ]
That’s OK
[ dextera scratches the words on the paper with urgency, punctuation dropped in his haste. ]
You don’t have to tell me But I don’t have any right to judge
no subject
That’s OK
[ dextera scratches the words on the paper with urgency, punctuation dropped in his haste. ]
You don’t have to tell me
But I don’t have any right to judge