[ dextera, as casually as possible, reaches to take guren's injured hand—it's probably no secret that he's worried now, but there's something, something that doesn't sit well with him. is it his innate sense of not-quite-rightness? the instinct that helps god to purify the world as it corrupts?
he's not sure. but he's got guren's hand now. ]
I can't tell either, but my instincts aren't as good as yours. [ a beat. ] What should we do?
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he's not sure. but he's got guren's hand now. ]
I can't tell either, but my instincts aren't as good as yours. [ a beat. ] What should we do?