[ Instead of stiffening or pulling away, he simply curls his fingers tight around Dokja's hand to provide what little comfort he can. It's the one thing that feels natural in this otherwise chilling and unnatural place, and the sooner they both get out of here the better.
Which begs the question that Dokja's already echoed aloud: how do they get out of here?
He's silent as he thinks, rooting around in the cavern of his own experiences for some sort of solution. If this really is a dream, then all it would take is something deeply unpleasant to jolt them both out of it. A morbid thought crosses his mind before he stamps it out unceremoniously, grimacing unhappily into the red-tinted gloom. The thought of killing Dokja, even in a dream, makes his stomach churn, waves of very real nausea rolling through.
Plan B it is then. He tugs at their linked hands, a silent request for Dokja to get up. ]
Stand up for a minute.
[ Hypothetically he could carry out his plan crouching down, but it'll be easier if they're both upright. ]
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Which begs the question that Dokja's already echoed aloud: how do they get out of here?
He's silent as he thinks, rooting around in the cavern of his own experiences for some sort of solution. If this really is a dream, then all it would take is something deeply unpleasant to jolt them both out of it. A morbid thought crosses his mind before he stamps it out unceremoniously, grimacing unhappily into the red-tinted gloom. The thought of killing Dokja, even in a dream, makes his stomach churn, waves of very real nausea rolling through.
Plan B it is then. He tugs at their linked hands, a silent request for Dokja to get up. ]
Stand up for a minute.
[ Hypothetically he could carry out his plan crouching down, but it'll be easier if they're both upright. ]