( video, un: koriel )

[passio]

[ it’s this guy again. although he seems considerably less sad than he did the last time he appeared on the network to talk about accidental sympathy with the oracles of the sinless, that may not be the best thing in the world once he begins speaking. he's also wearing small angel wings, visible in the view of the camera—they're definitely fake accessories, however, rather than being a moonblessing or even a more permanent effect of the bracelet. ]

…hello.

[ he's nervous? he's nervous, and his shoulders fidget slightly. he can't look at the camera. ]

There’s been a lot of people asking about churches. [ ah. ] …I am a member of one that recently opened. It is… a re-establishment of the Order I used to belong to in my world before.

[ it isn't a ringing endorsement, but it is the truth. ]

We don’t worship any god. It is an order that focuses on the internal self and what people are capable of. A man named the Archangel is our leader. If you’ve met him… um, anyway, please come by.

[ and included, information about the Order of Malkuth, located in a primo spot on level one. go ahead, join the cult. ]

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[passio]

[ it’s a nice thought, but dextera doesn’t know what he can learn about his brother. everything he thought he knew has been wiped away, and his brother is being changed by this place every day. ]

Y… yes.

[ he’s lacking some conviction. ]

I’ll try. But I’m not good at conversation. We used to just talk through letters.

[graftage]

[HMMMM]

Letters? Well, maybe you could write each other letters, and just...read those out aloud? Maybe that will help bridge the gap!

[passio]

…!

[ dextera clearly never thought of that, and the idea seems so blatantly obvious that he’s a little embarrassed he didn’t. but his eyes widen, some genuine life returning to them at the thought. ]

You’re right. I never…

[graftage]

See? You can always find a solution!

[He beams.]

So try it out! I'm sure it'll work.

[passio]

[ it takes a moment, and then… dextera manages a smile, small and hesitant though it might be. steinbeck is very good at drawing that out of him, even when he feels sometimes hopelessly down. ]

You’re always helping me.

[graftage]

...Of course.

[Why wouldn't he? He smiles in return, something fond in his eyes.]

I like you, Dextera. I'll always help you out.