[ there’s no way, dextera thinks, that what dokja has done can be any worse than what dextera has done. for all he’s experienced, after all, he can only think in terms of the end of his single world, and the deaths he caused within it. ]
…
[ he still listens to dokja’s words, his pen held to the paper, but he doesn’t come up with anything to say that couldn’t be better answered with a simple nod. he’s working on what emotions to feel, and then what emotions from that are proper to express. he’s grateful and frustrated and afraid, and none of those alone seem quite right. ]
We didn’t do it this time.
[ whatever dokja went through, dextera feels the need to assure him that it isn’t his fault, what happened in venera, which means that it can’t be dextera’s fault either. they’re in this together. ]
no subject
…
[ he still listens to dokja’s words, his pen held to the paper, but he doesn’t come up with anything to say that couldn’t be better answered with a simple nod. he’s working on what emotions to feel, and then what emotions from that are proper to express. he’s grateful and frustrated and afraid, and none of those alone seem quite right. ]
We didn’t do it this time.
[ whatever dokja went through, dextera feels the need to assure him that it isn’t his fault, what happened in venera, which means that it can’t be dextera’s fault either. they’re in this together. ]
But we can help
can’t we