Back in his room, Eustace gives the empty section of his bedroom wall A Look, one that Dokja can neither see nor feel. He hadn't pegged Dokja as the kind of man to mess with a person just for the hell of it, but then again, what does he really know about this man? Half an hour spent in his company and a few pained looks in the midst of battle does not a deep and lasting friendship make. ]
Wouldn't it be more efficient to just kill me? Or are you the type of man that prefers torturing his victims first?
[ If the latter, please make that known so Eustace can go find another man to kill him first, thanks. ]
:)
Back in his room, Eustace gives the empty section of his bedroom wall A Look, one that Dokja can neither see nor feel. He hadn't pegged Dokja as the kind of man to mess with a person just for the hell of it, but then again, what does he really know about this man? Half an hour spent in his company and a few pained looks in the midst of battle does not a deep and lasting friendship make. ]
Wouldn't it be more efficient to just kill me? Or are you the type of man that prefers torturing his victims first?
[ If the latter, please make that known so Eustace can go find another man to kill him first, thanks. ]