[ What an absurd situation. So absurd, in fact, that Dokja can't help the sudden burst of laughter that escapes him. ]

Geez, you— [ There's a small pause as he tries to catch his breath. ] In a situation like this, wouldn't it make more sense to lie to me and tell me that I'll come back?

[ It reaffirms what he'd assumed about Cassian, at least, and he doesn't bother holding back the fondness that spreads across their Communion at the open honesty before the sobering reality returns, and Dokja's silence becomes contemplative.

He's used to death, but not the permanent kind. It leaves him with his thoughts in this moment, the darker ones floating up to the surface, and then he pulls away from them to focus his attention back on Cassian, that concern from earlier returning stronger than ever. ]

It's a hard ask.