[ similarly, dextera sees a face that looks like his own, clawing at his chest like it wants to rip out his heart. a nightmare that he’s had before—familiar and terrible even so. this one ends differently, however, as he catches himself by his wrists. he stares into his own eyes, his fear and sorrow reflected back at himself, and...
he sees his own expression soften, both truly across him and mirrored in the glassy gaze of his brother.
“you can’t die,” he says, and dextera hears himself called by brother, first, and then dextera—dex—
he opens his eyes, finding himself being shaken awake by guren’s desperate search for a sign of life. his gaze is distant and glassy, and his body hurts. he’s never woken up still in pain, with a clone always to replace him and heal his wounds in their entirety. ]
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he sees his own expression soften, both truly across him and mirrored in the glassy gaze of his brother.
“you can’t die,” he says, and dextera hears himself called by brother, first, and then dextera—dex—
he opens his eyes, finding himself being shaken awake by guren’s desperate search for a sign of life. his gaze is distant and glassy, and his body hurts. he’s never woken up still in pain, with a clone always to replace him and heal his wounds in their entirety. ]
...
[ he’s... alive? ]