[ A silence falls after that, the turbulent waves of Dokja's emotions swirling without further direction as he finds himself at a loss for words. He almost doesn't want to listen, almost wants to block his ears and squeeze his eyes shut to remain deaf and blind to the obviousness of what Eustace is saying.
But the truth of it remains bare. This entire time, Dokja had been neglecting the feelings of others. He's always been that way, short-sighted and narrow-minded, and it doesn't take a genius to pick that out of him.
It does, however, seem to require one very blunt man to call it out.
The temptation to argue back is strong, the sharp rebuttal of how it can't be about him resting at the very tip of his tongue. Eustace can't understand. He doesn't know the lives lost on account of Dokja, the lifetimes, the worlds, the scraps that had later returned to haunt him. As painfully obvious as it is that he's selfish, it's also just as obvious how much damage he's done. How many lives he's ruined.
Don't invalidate their choices by making it all about you.
His heart wavers now, torn between two directions, and the storm hanging over them dies down to a dull roar as he wars over the opposing thoughts. It feels so difficult now to change his perspective when the guilt he's carried for thousands of years is still buried deep within every inch of his skin. ]
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But the truth of it remains bare. This entire time, Dokja had been neglecting the feelings of others. He's always been that way, short-sighted and narrow-minded, and it doesn't take a genius to pick that out of him.
It does, however, seem to require one very blunt man to call it out.
The temptation to argue back is strong, the sharp rebuttal of how it can't be about him resting at the very tip of his tongue. Eustace can't understand. He doesn't know the lives lost on account of Dokja, the lifetimes, the worlds, the scraps that had later returned to haunt him. As painfully obvious as it is that he's selfish, it's also just as obvious how much damage he's done. How many lives he's ruined.
Don't invalidate their choices by making it all about you.
His heart wavers now, torn between two directions, and the storm hanging over them dies down to a dull roar as he wars over the opposing thoughts. It feels so difficult now to change his perspective when the guilt he's carried for thousands of years is still buried deep within every inch of his skin. ]
I wonder if that's possible.