[ simply hearing a name is so strange to him. no one has used names in so long—maybe if dextera had been asked his real name in the dream, he would have been able to candidly offer the truth in return, but it’s just as far away from him now as it was before their strange rebirth. ]
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[ he holds out his free hand, the one not covering the scar, asking for dokja’s in kind. ]
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[ he holds out his free hand, the one not covering the scar, asking for dokja’s in kind. ]