[ 'five,' Dokja says - and a great shadow of resignation befalls Abel like a shadow, like a gloom of storm clouds covering over the sun.

...

and then, as promised...

he does the only thing he can. the thing he must.

he dives forward to tackle the other man into the peaceful field of flowers, aiming to straddle him around the waist and tickle him under his armpits... relentlessly. ]

Know it doesn't give me great pleasure to do this. Know you forced my hand, Dokja. You must know suffering for what you've done.