[ A good deal many, but only two that stand out for Dokja. He doesn't like to think back on that day, the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk's sword plunging through Han Sooyoung and how absolutely useless he'd felt at the time. The panicked desperation to keep her shard protected and close, the haste to return it to a shrine, the days he'd spent huddled there on the cavern floor with every what if possible running through his mind.

He wonders if it had been the same for Eustace's rescuers.

There's a slow inhale, then exhale, on his end, an attempt to compose himself before he finally answers with what he hopes is a steady tone, despite his emotions still rocking the link between them. ]

You were one of them.

[ Dokja clearly remembers the stinging shock when he'd been handed Eustace's gun, but no Eustace in sight. He'd done his best to compartmentalize his feelings back then, prioritizing what he needed to prioritize, but it had been hard. ]

I don't know the details surrounding your death. You being the cagey bastard that you are kept that quiet after you revived.