[ Softly, painfully softly for someone styled as a god of war and violence, he slips his fingers through the ends of Dextera's dark hair. He curls his hands out, towards the impression of Dextera's pained posture, gliding them to the center of his shoulders and presses. Firm, to coax him towards a release of tensions. ]
I was born to divine parents, and I was born divine in nature. However, I was not born a god.
[ It is an admission, low and honest. But, more importantly is what Dextera says to him. ]
What happened to you, Dextera? How did you become a god, then? What responsibilities are you burdened with?
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I was born to divine parents, and I was born divine in nature. However, I was not born a god.
[ It is an admission, low and honest. But, more importantly is what Dextera says to him. ]
What happened to you, Dextera? How did you become a god, then? What responsibilities are you burdened with?