[ even if dextera is aiming to hold on, try as he might, he can’t even dig his blunt fingernails in for an extra angle of pain. his grip slips easily from around amos’ arm; no burn mark is left, only the red imprint of his palms where he was holding on tightly enough to white-knuckle himself.
their separation causes dextera to stumble back with the inertia of it. his logical mind tells him to keep going with that inertia, take the opportunity of amos down on the ground to run without looking back. his logical mind has been telling him this since he first noticed amos’ pursuit, but unfortunately, there are still just a few more things he needs to get out. ]
Ngh!
[ he barely catches himself. with the little bit of distance he did think to practically gain, he rips his own shard out of its place under his clothes and stares back down at amos with a trembling gaze. his voice comes through the power of communion, strong and clear, a parting message when amos is in the space to receive it. ]
You did this!
[ another step back. maybe he is realizing he should run. ]
I hate you! [ it’s so petty. so childish. he knows that. it’s no different than the way he lashed out at the twisted ones who mocked and frightened him when he first awoke, though—and amos is the perfect target for everything that’s built since he arrived. when amos does get to listen, it won’t be just these words. it’s a cacophonous echo of emotions, made ten times more salient by their legacy. ] I want you to die… you and the Regent both! Get away from here!
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their separation causes dextera to stumble back with the inertia of it. his logical mind tells him to keep going with that inertia, take the opportunity of amos down on the ground to run without looking back. his logical mind has been telling him this since he first noticed amos’ pursuit, but unfortunately, there are still just a few more things he needs to get out. ]
Ngh!
[ he barely catches himself. with the little bit of distance he did think to practically gain, he rips his own shard out of its place under his clothes and stares back down at amos with a trembling gaze. his voice comes through the power of communion, strong and clear, a parting message when amos is in the space to receive it. ]
You did this!
[ another step back. maybe he is realizing he should run. ]
I hate you! [ it’s so petty. so childish. he knows that. it’s no different than the way he lashed out at the twisted ones who mocked and frightened him when he first awoke, though—and amos is the perfect target for everything that’s built since he arrived. when amos does get to listen, it won’t be just these words. it’s a cacophonous echo of emotions, made ten times more salient by their legacy. ] I want you to die… you and the Regent both! Get away from here!