[ dextera hadn’t thought of it in that way, that they were somehow taken and put inside these organic chambers. his expression turns briefly thoughtful instead of disgusted, as he gazes at the hazy form of a human—or at least a humanoid. ]
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[ he looks down at his hands, rubbing his fingers together. by now, the slight film of being ‘reborn’ has dried. were they really just stuffed in there by some greater force?
he motions for dokja to look, and writes a quick question on his own palm. ]
sorry for the delay!! you know… life...
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[ he looks down at his hands, rubbing his fingers together. by now, the slight film of being ‘reborn’ has dried. were they really just stuffed in there by some greater force?
he motions for dokja to look, and writes a quick question on his own palm. ]
Who?