[ dextera knows he’s in guren’s world. there are certain features he recognizes, even if everything is blurry and a mix of nausea and fear has light blooming at the corners of his vision, and he knows some of the people in front of him.
kureto, shinya. guren’s companions, albeit in complicated ways that dextera really was never able to make sense of. ]
…
[ his heart threatens to pound right out of his chest under the interrogation. when he fantasized about coming back to guren, it wasn’t like this. things were smoother, and it was a loving reunion that awaited him—not soldiers and an unrelenting voice. the sound of his own voice is smaller for it, barely escaping from his throat.
his eyes are on the ground, and so it’s almost inaudible when he actually manages to form a thought. ]
I…
[ distantly, he realizes that he doesn’t speak japanese, but somehow things are being communicated. is this the power of god? is he speaking in tongues? ]
no subject
kureto, shinya. guren’s companions, albeit in complicated ways that dextera really was never able to make sense of. ]
…
[ his heart threatens to pound right out of his chest under the interrogation. when he fantasized about coming back to guren, it wasn’t like this. things were smoother, and it was a loving reunion that awaited him—not soldiers and an unrelenting voice. the sound of his own voice is smaller for it, barely escaping from his throat.
his eyes are on the ground, and so it’s almost inaudible when he actually manages to form a thought. ]
I…
[ distantly, he realizes that he doesn’t speak japanese, but somehow things are being communicated. is this the power of god? is he speaking in tongues? ]
Guren… I want to see…