[ dextera doesn’t know how to do better unless he practices, but it’s not the kind of thing he’s willing to practice. if he could at least learn a way to simply disappear the parts of the other animal, even that would be preferable to what feels like sacrificing one half to save the other. ]
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[ damian’s words are a comfort, even if he’s straightforward about it. ]
I’ll try… to understand. [ he can’t promise anything, when the timing is too close to the return of his brother, and all he can think about is how much they didn’t want to be split apart, and how much it hurt to lose his other half. it’s not the same and he intellectually knows that, but getting himself to believe it is another thing when he’s so quick to punish himself.
[There's just something about Damian not being a moron. He isn't convinced Dextera won't keep thinking about it for a while, or even forever. But there isn't much he can do about it, he doesn't think.]
Don't eat all of those at once, or you'll get sick.
[Leaving Capella and the cottage to Ace, he escorts Dextera to the connection of Flavo and Bluo. His walk is too erect and formatted for a thirteen year old boy. Too... trained. On the way, he's quiet and, of course, slightly ahead in the lead. His eyes look in front distantly, and it's easy to see he's going over a lot of something in his head. The Wayne brooding. Dextera will find--later when they meet--Bruce has this same look sometimes.
When they reach the destination, all he says is:] There.
[ dextera watches damian’s walk, an idle observation of someone who has much more on their mind than it would seem. they’re both thinking about too much, but that’s just like them.
at the edge of bluo, dextera nods, and doesn’t press whatever damian is brooding over. if he wants to tell it, he’ll tell it. ]
See you again.
[ a little wave, a tiny smile, equal parts grateful and yet conflicted over his own feelings. then, he returns home. ]
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[ damian’s words are a comfort, even if he’s straightforward about it. ]
I’ll try… to understand. [ he can’t promise anything, when the timing is too close to the return of his brother, and all he can think about is how much they didn’t want to be split apart, and how much it hurt to lose his other half. it’s not the same and he intellectually knows that, but getting himself to believe it is another thing when he’s so quick to punish himself.
he exhales. ] Thank you.
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Don't eat all of those at once, or you'll get sick.
[Leaving Capella and the cottage to Ace, he escorts Dextera to the connection of Flavo and Bluo. His walk is too erect and formatted for a thirteen year old boy. Too... trained. On the way, he's quiet and, of course, slightly ahead in the lead. His eyes look in front distantly, and it's easy to see he's going over a lot of something in his head. The Wayne brooding. Dextera will find--later when they meet--Bruce has this same look sometimes.
When they reach the destination, all he says is:] There.
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at the edge of bluo, dextera nods, and doesn’t press whatever damian is brooding over. if he wants to tell it, he’ll tell it. ]
See you again.
[ a little wave, a tiny smile, equal parts grateful and yet conflicted over his own feelings. then, he returns home. ]