[ dextera doesn’t know how much more he should say. in a way, it feels like if he doesn’t say anything, he’s less culpable. so with a massive wave of guilt, he gives claude simply the image of makoto’s shard as he’s seen it: cradled in dextera’s own hands, a deep red the color of blood with a crack down the middle. it’s held together by something unnatural, a force that dextera now recognizes as the regent. ]
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