[ knowing what he’s supposed to do is all dextera has ever asked of anyone, since the moment he stumbled out of the lab without even knowing his own name. things may have changed for him since then, but on the most fundamental levels, he simply wants to be told what to do to get the result he wants, and then be given a way to do it. makoto asking to be taken away is something he can so easily complete it almost seems unfair; the scales are a bit unbalanced, but to dextera, he feels just the same that this is genuine luck.
he nods, committing all these things to memory—the feeling of makoto touching him, the grateful look on his face—as something precious to hold onto in the event makoto leaves again, then he brings them both to their feet with a firm kind of strength most people don’t expect him to have.
he hadn’t expected it of himself, initially, but this world has been oddly kind to him. ]
…I can take you back to my home. And then, we can talk.
[ only now does communion seem like it can work, and makoto will feel dextera’s small but peaceable impression at his shard, offering this deal. he touches his own throat in both explanation and apology, since he knows how distasteful some people like makoto find the sensation of a voice in their intimate mind. ]
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he nods, committing all these things to memory—the feeling of makoto touching him, the grateful look on his face—as something precious to hold onto in the event makoto leaves again, then he brings them both to their feet with a firm kind of strength most people don’t expect him to have.
he hadn’t expected it of himself, initially, but this world has been oddly kind to him. ]
…I can take you back to my home. And then, we can talk.
[ only now does communion seem like it can work, and makoto will feel dextera’s small but peaceable impression at his shard, offering this deal. he touches his own throat in both explanation and apology, since he knows how distasteful some people like makoto find the sensation of a voice in their intimate mind. ]