“When was the last time you really enjoyed tea service, Sibling Dex?” The sun had sunk to a bare sliver above the horizon, and Dex stared at it as closely as they dared. “When you made it for me,” they said quietly. “At the hermitage. It made me feel … like I wanted to make other people feel. It felt like the reason I wanted to do this in the first place.” They clasped their hands together between their knees and focused on them. “Do you remember what you said when we were there, about how nothing needs a purpose? How all living things are allowed to just exist, and we don’t have to do more
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