to the pleroma (text)

[passio]

[ it’s not an intentional attempt at anonymity. dextera just has no experience with this kind of broad communication, and to him, there’s little point in introducing himself anyway. those who have met him may be able to recognize the emotional “signature” attached to the words newly displayed in their minds, and may be able even to attach the soft sound of his breath or the perpetually-uncertain expression he wears to the message he knows is about to be contentious.

but, it’s been bothering him since the events in venera. perhaps the seed was planted even before that, from his very first experience with the kenoma and having the pleroma overtake it to save him in the end. ]

Are we wrong?

[ it’s… actually not what he wanted to open with, but the panic of broadcasting a message so publicly has him blurting things out even through what should be the most temperate of mediums. ]

The Regent said it was the Pleroma that caused the disease in Venera. That force wanted us to live forever in delusion. I don’t want to destroy the world. I don’t want to make a new one either. I was happy there. I would have been happy there.

The distilled Kenoma tried to manipulate our thoughts. Didn’t you all feel that power when we escaped? The Hope that allowed us to fight? Are we still being manipulated?

Comments

[salvageable]

[ Whatever it is, it gets Dokja to pause at the door and turn back. It takes him a second to place that sound, and then he blinks a couple of times in surprise.

A laugh...?

It's doubt that springs forward first, but after another second's pause, he''s positive that that's what it had been. ]

What's so funny?

[passio]

[ dextera is still trying to get the taste of unripe banana out of his mouth, and there are also fibers from the skin that force him to dig between his teeth with his tongue. he luckily doesn’t need his mouth to respond to dokja’s inquiry anyway.

he quickly shakes his head, hiding any remnant of a smile with his hand. ]

[salvageable]

[ WEIRDO... (affectionate)

Dokja can't help the small smile that appears in turn, though he does his best to keep it small. Whatever that laugh had been for, it can stay a mystery so as long as Dextera continues looking like this. ]

Take care.

[ And then he's off! He's got unripe bananas to toss. ]