[ it feels like the contents of his bag have found life again, the meat and tissue inside pulsing in response to his own beating heart—somehow, he’s gotten out of this, and it’s not lost on him that it’s because of gen’s unexpected mercy rather than dextera’s own aptitude that he’s not being hauled into achamoth this instant. ]
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[ dextera barely waits for gen’s second sentence. he squeezes the bag close to him, in the same instant giving gen a wide-eyed expression of surprise—gratitude is implied, thanks to his limitation—before he turns heel and runs, escaping hopefully for sure this time out of the perimeter of the city and towards the portal that will take him home. ]
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[ dextera barely waits for gen’s second sentence. he squeezes the bag close to him, in the same instant giving gen a wide-eyed expression of surprise—gratitude is implied, thanks to his limitation—before he turns heel and runs, escaping hopefully for sure this time out of the perimeter of the city and towards the portal that will take him home. ]