[ dextera is accustomed to this. having his mind invaded, being berated, and having a fight decided for him. of course he’ll push back against the regent—of course he will, because he can’t abide a legitimate declaration of war.
but it’s impossible for him to deny the regent in person. their callous charisma is all too like the archangel, which is precisely what he feared. his stomach twists, and he can only keep his head down and mumble. ]
You’re just like him…
[ in the regent’s presence—the massive draw on their minds and emotions that conjured them all here—dextera finds himself capable of speech. as quiet as he is nonetheless, there’s a mix of emotion in the answer. fear, anger… and pity. deep down, dextera believes the regent is like the archangel, and must have suffered greatly to inflict that suffering on others now. ]
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but it’s impossible for him to deny the regent in person. their callous charisma is all too like the archangel, which is precisely what he feared. his stomach twists, and he can only keep his head down and mumble. ]
You’re just like him…
[ in the regent’s presence—the massive draw on their minds and emotions that conjured them all here—dextera finds himself capable of speech. as quiet as he is nonetheless, there’s a mix of emotion in the answer. fear, anger… and pity. deep down, dextera believes the regent is like the archangel, and must have suffered greatly to inflict that suffering on others now. ]
But he was wrong… you must be, too…