[ dextera shakes his head—not refusing to explain, but uncertain of how to even begin and what can be said about where he started. it all comes out in a nervous tic. ]
There’s blood on my hands. Not just from the end of the world. I was cruel to people who didn’t deserve it. [ he keeps his gaze downward. ] It was like my body wasn’t my own, at those times. I would hurt and hurt and hurt.
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[ dextera shakes his head—not refusing to explain, but uncertain of how to even begin and what can be said about where he started. it all comes out in a nervous tic. ]
There’s blood on my hands. Not just from the end of the world. I was cruel to people who didn’t deserve it. [ he keeps his gaze downward. ] It was like my body wasn’t my own, at those times. I would hurt and hurt and hurt.