[ hands still raised, dextera nods. of course he realizes that he can’t trust anything someone from the other side says, and even if they cordially agree to go their separate ways without a fight, one might still find dextera the moment he turns his back.
but a part of him would like to believe this will work. the civilian has made themselves scarce and hopefully gone off to find a better hiding place. dextera’s work here should be done. ]
…
[ the furrow in his brow suggests, even as he leaves himself vulnerable by putting away his weapon, he’s still anticipating an attack. slowly, he lowers his hands, a cautious question—will he be let go? ]
no subject
but a part of him would like to believe this will work. the civilian has made themselves scarce and hopefully gone off to find a better hiding place. dextera’s work here should be done. ]
…
[ the furrow in his brow suggests, even as he leaves himself vulnerable by putting away his weapon, he’s still anticipating an attack. slowly, he lowers his hands, a cautious question—will he be let go? ]