[ as expected. dextera thought gen looked pretty young now that they’ve interacted with more than abject fear on dextera’s side, and with no apparent supernatural powers—though he’s been wrong before, several times already in this place—then it just doesn’t make sense that he can really stand as much pain as he’s inviting.
he shouldn’t have to. ]
…
[ he looks around for something, anything to use, but the relative lack of resources in their vicinity leaves him writing on his hand with the new language they all seemed to learn in rebirth. he writes slowly, one letter each cautiously drawn on his palm. ]
Strong. [ pause. ] -er.
[ he looks to the soldiers. there’s no way to overpower them. dextera’s defeatist attitude won’t even let him consider it. ]
no subject
he shouldn’t have to. ]
…
[ he looks around for something, anything to use, but the relative lack of resources in their vicinity leaves him writing on his hand with the new language they all seemed to learn in rebirth. he writes slowly, one letter each cautiously drawn on his palm. ]
Strong. [ pause. ] -er.
[ he looks to the soldiers. there’s no way to overpower them. dextera’s defeatist attitude won’t even let him consider it. ]