[ dextera is already starting to wilt under caim’s intensity. even without hearing his voice, dextera can imagine it as surely as if the text could resonate in his head. he hears caim’s insistence in the same tone of the archangel, and it’s hard not to bend. ]
Well…
[ …no. he knows he shouldn’t say too much. instead, he lets his power speak for him: under his grip, the sword glows, as if the crystal is illuminated from the inside out. it’s clearly got some power that it’s drawing from him, bright and pure. then, just as easily, he snuffs it out, and then offers the blade to caim. ]
You can hold it… but the glowing is something only I can do.
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Well…
[ …no. he knows he shouldn’t say too much. instead, he lets his power speak for him: under his grip, the sword glows, as if the crystal is illuminated from the inside out. it’s clearly got some power that it’s drawing from him, bright and pure. then, just as easily, he snuffs it out, and then offers the blade to caim. ]
You can hold it… but the glowing is something only I can do.