[ dokja doesn’t believe what he’s saying, but he’s trying to help. that’s good enough. he doesn’t have to believe it if his heart is in the right place—dextera understands that impulse, after all, lying to make sure someone dies in bliss rather than with the painful reality around them.
dextera clings to it, less optimism and more desperation, but it all looks the same when he’s trying to convince himself anyway.
he exhales through his nose and closes the book. there’s nothing he can say that’s going to make this conversation feel better, and so he sets it aside, instead taking one of the green bananas that dokja has brought him. ]
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[ dokja doesn’t believe what he’s saying, but he’s trying to help. that’s good enough. he doesn’t have to believe it if his heart is in the right place—dextera understands that impulse, after all, lying to make sure someone dies in bliss rather than with the painful reality around them.
dextera clings to it, less optimism and more desperation, but it all looks the same when he’s trying to convince himself anyway.
he exhales through his nose and closes the book. there’s nothing he can say that’s going to make this conversation feel better, and so he sets it aside, instead taking one of the green bananas that dokja has brought him. ]