[ There are probably a few passersby glancing their way, marveling to themselves about the couple standing in front of their door having a very tearful reunion, but Eustace can't bring himself to care, still too focused on Dokja's well-being to care about anything else ]
Sure, mom.
[ His own attempt at levity's met with about the same level of success, coming out more resigned than reassuring. It's not a promise and they both know it. He can't promise something like that when so much of that promise hinges on factors outside of his control. All he can do is stay as close as he can while he's still in Kenos, and prepare for a future in which he might not exist.
For the time being, he drags his thoughts back to the present, frowning again as Dokja shifts and the sudden lack of metal digging into his skin reminds him of his query from earlier. ]
You never answered my question. When did you get glasses?
[ Surely they can't just be for fashion. Did something happen while he was gone...? Something beyond the usual bullshit this place likes to spring on them. ]
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Sure, mom.
[ His own attempt at levity's met with about the same level of success, coming out more resigned than reassuring. It's not a promise and they both know it. He can't promise something like that when so much of that promise hinges on factors outside of his control. All he can do is stay as close as he can while he's still in Kenos, and prepare for a future in which he might not exist.
For the time being, he drags his thoughts back to the present, frowning again as Dokja shifts and the sudden lack of metal digging into his skin reminds him of his query from earlier. ]
You never answered my question. When did you get glasses?
[ Surely they can't just be for fashion. Did something happen while he was gone...? Something beyond the usual bullshit this place likes to spring on them. ]