[ dextera believes that makoto would try. even if he has some esteem toward his own abilities, that doesn’t mean he wants to throw himself into the teeth and claws of a cornered animal just to prove a point. his hand throbs where the dagger had sunk in deep, an unpleasant but helpful reminder that his body is human even if the pieces that make him up aren’t.
he doesn’t have enough pride to fight further on this matter. makoto is attempting to repay a debt, and acknowledging this give-and-take is paramount. whatever it leads to. ]
…
[ dextera exhales, and under the shield of makoto’s wings, he dips forward to snatch up the dagger. rather than pausing to express gratitude or something else that might give makoto away, dextera wrenches his whole body back for distance; when there’s enough space between them that he isn’t open for an evident attack from behind that someone might notice isn’t being taken, he escapes.
blood drips behind him, evidence enough that something happened. ]
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he doesn’t have enough pride to fight further on this matter. makoto is attempting to repay a debt, and acknowledging this give-and-take is paramount. whatever it leads to. ]
…
[ dextera exhales, and under the shield of makoto’s wings, he dips forward to snatch up the dagger. rather than pausing to express gratitude or something else that might give makoto away, dextera wrenches his whole body back for distance; when there’s enough space between them that he isn’t open for an evident attack from behind that someone might notice isn’t being taken, he escapes.
blood drips behind him, evidence enough that something happened. ]