[ They're words that Dokja so badly wants to believe in, and he presses his lips together tightly as he fights to hold back the tears that threaten to overwhelm him. He's usually so good about not crying in front of others, but he finds it hard to maintain any sort of composure now. This barren landscape, Yoo Joonghyuk's body... All of it only serves as a reminder of his past failures, ones that he had thought he could move away from if he tried hard enough, but it's clear now that he has such a long way left to still go.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Dokja clings to Eustace's attempts at comfort instead. It's true that Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn't die so easily. He... would have found a way home instead, relentless bastard that he is. He would have carved out the very universe to achieve his goals, gone stomping back to where he belongs, and it's this single thought that finally rouses Dokja.
He opens his eyes with a quiet exhale, just in time for Eustace's knuckles to make contact with the side of his head. Instead of finding any comfort in that, Dokja feels a painful stinging in his chest, and a sudden fear blooms there.
Abel, Ciel, Yoo Joonghyuk... How many important people is he supposed to lose? He'd already lost so many others even before them, and a panicked thought roots itself deep into his mind. Anxiously, he reaches for Eustace's hand before it can retreat. Dokja's own hand is cold and shaking, a tremor that runs down his arm and spreads to his shoulders. He can't stay here with these dark, unsettling thoughts. He can't know what it is he's lost and have one more precious thing standing in a place that only reminds him of those losses. ]
If it's not real, [ he says with a concentrated effort to keep his teeth from chattering due to the chill overtaking him. ] How do we get out of here?
[ He still doesn't know what this is. All he knows is that he wants to go back, to the place that he's just started to get to know as his home. To where he knows Eustace actually is, some holes in his memory starting to fill as reality returns the light back into his eyes. ]
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Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Dokja clings to Eustace's attempts at comfort instead. It's true that Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn't die so easily. He... would have found a way home instead, relentless bastard that he is. He would have carved out the very universe to achieve his goals, gone stomping back to where he belongs, and it's this single thought that finally rouses Dokja.
He opens his eyes with a quiet exhale, just in time for Eustace's knuckles to make contact with the side of his head. Instead of finding any comfort in that, Dokja feels a painful stinging in his chest, and a sudden fear blooms there.
Abel, Ciel, Yoo Joonghyuk... How many important people is he supposed to lose? He'd already lost so many others even before them, and a panicked thought roots itself deep into his mind. Anxiously, he reaches for Eustace's hand before it can retreat. Dokja's own hand is cold and shaking, a tremor that runs down his arm and spreads to his shoulders. He can't stay here with these dark, unsettling thoughts. He can't know what it is he's lost and have one more precious thing standing in a place that only reminds him of those losses. ]
If it's not real, [ he says with a concentrated effort to keep his teeth from chattering due to the chill overtaking him. ] How do we get out of here?
[ He still doesn't know what this is. All he knows is that he wants to go back, to the place that he's just started to get to know as his home. To where he knows Eustace actually is, some holes in his memory starting to fill as reality returns the light back into his eyes. ]