[ dextera has to get out of here. he’s more sure of that than ever, now that he feels the hope of the pleroma flowing through him. it’s a sensation far more comforting than the one he had nearly succumbed to—but that doesn’t mean he can’t understand how others would succumb themselves.
that’s why his expression is contorted into an unhappy grimace, the guilt on his face different than the anxious flick of his eyes eustace may have seen before. he’s sorry, because he knows that there’s no way they can just pretend they didn’t see each other. he doubts he can convince eustace to change his mind, but perhaps there’s a way around hurting one another before dextera is forced to do something drastic. ]
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[ dextera has to get out of here. he’s more sure of that than ever, now that he feels the hope of the pleroma flowing through him. it’s a sensation far more comforting than the one he had nearly succumbed to—but that doesn’t mean he can’t understand how others would succumb themselves.
that’s why his expression is contorted into an unhappy grimace, the guilt on his face different than the anxious flick of his eyes eustace may have seen before. he’s sorry, because he knows that there’s no way they can just pretend they didn’t see each other. he doubts he can convince eustace to change his mind, but perhaps there’s a way around hurting one another before dextera is forced to do something drastic. ]