[ In the midst of echoing sentiments made by others, Dokja has one that hangs over his head, too.
Words are cheap. You'd actually do something if you felt so bad.
The conversation from then remains unclear, but this, he remembers clearly. While he won't be able to make amends with Gen, he can certainly try to do something with this life that's lost its meaning, its purpose, its loved ones. Wouldn't this be considered an opportunity, held out to him for the sake of helping a city he's come to think of as his second home? Ah, and how difficult it must have been for Cassian to bring this to him, he thinks sympathetically. He sees it in the quiet lulls, the painstaking effort to keep emotions in check, the unnecessary act of being too honest when tasked with what should be an impossible request.
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Words are cheap. You'd actually do something if you felt so bad.
The conversation from then remains unclear, but this, he remembers clearly. While he won't be able to make amends with Gen, he can certainly try to do something with this life that's lost its meaning, its purpose, its loved ones. Wouldn't this be considered an opportunity, held out to him for the sake of helping a city he's come to think of as his second home? Ah, and how difficult it must have been for Cassian to bring this to him, he thinks sympathetically. He sees it in the quiet lulls, the painstaking effort to keep emotions in check, the unnecessary act of being too honest when tasked with what should be an impossible request.
But it's not impossible for Dokja. ]
How do you want to do this?
[ That's it. That's all. ]