[ dextera knows he should be terrified. the archangel doesn’t say anything he doesn’t believe somewhere in his heart, but that doesn’t mean his words can’t be used to manipulative ends. it’s worse, dextera thinks, if he truly believes it. ]
Is that where you think I belong?
[ there’s a little something in his voice more like the koriel of yore. the one who saw the archangel’s hatred for god long before anyone else. ]
no subject
Is that where you think I belong?
[ there’s a little something in his voice more like the koriel of yore. the one who saw the archangel’s hatred for god long before anyone else. ]
…in the light?