[ And still Eustace advances. Dokja hadn't prepared himself for this outcome, fully expecting their Communion to end so he could sulk in a dark place somewhere, but it keeps going?
Cornered like this, he feels his panic grow. His first instinct is to run, his second is to lash out, but he doesn't act upon either of those urges. Had the wall between them always been at such a height? He thinks if he cranes his neck, maybe even goes on the tip of his toes, he could look past the barrier to see Eustace working away at the surface on his side. And what has Dokja been doing but halfheartedly reinforcing his own side? Not out of any desire to, but because it's just what he does. What he's always done.
Eustace must feel it too, the way Dokja shrinks in on himself like a frightened, wounded animal. But past that is a small glimmer of something he dares not name as he struggles with his answer. ]
It's different.
[ Though he would never promise that it would stay different. Eventually the same fate Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk had had to face could have come barreling into Eustace, too. The thought causes dread to pull at his heart, the anxiety rising to catastrophic levels. ]
I... [ His voice falters and shakes. ] Because of me, they... And if you, too...
[ It finally tips over, the attack seizing him by the throat and tearing at his chest as the overwhelming emotions rip through their Communion. There's grief, hard and poorly dealt with, along with a deeply entrenched agony that's left scars on his very existence. But it's the guilt that outweighs everything else, crushing and suffocating in its intensity, an amount that no regular human being could ever hope to stand against. ]
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Cornered like this, he feels his panic grow. His first instinct is to run, his second is to lash out, but he doesn't act upon either of those urges. Had the wall between them always been at such a height? He thinks if he cranes his neck, maybe even goes on the tip of his toes, he could look past the barrier to see Eustace working away at the surface on his side. And what has Dokja been doing but halfheartedly reinforcing his own side? Not out of any desire to, but because it's just what he does. What he's always done.
Eustace must feel it too, the way Dokja shrinks in on himself like a frightened, wounded animal. But past that is a small glimmer of something he dares not name as he struggles with his answer. ]
It's different.
[ Though he would never promise that it would stay different. Eventually the same fate Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk had had to face could have come barreling into Eustace, too. The thought causes dread to pull at his heart, the anxiety rising to catastrophic levels. ]
I... [ His voice falters and shakes. ] Because of me, they... And if you, too...
[ It finally tips over, the attack seizing him by the throat and tearing at his chest as the overwhelming emotions rip through their Communion. There's grief, hard and poorly dealt with, along with a deeply entrenched agony that's left scars on his very existence. But it's the guilt that outweighs everything else, crushing and suffocating in its intensity, an amount that no regular human being could ever hope to stand against. ]