[ There's a concerned furrow of his brows when he feels more of the Zenith being guided into him, and like before, it slides right off. There's a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, a dark knowledge of how he can ultimately end the rise of this fast-growing Discord inside of him, and it doesn't involve what they're doing. Even so, her efforts are quickly noticed. He's only half-paying attention to her words as he tries to make sense of why she's trying so hard, and then he pauses for just a moment when he does manage to catch the tail end of what she's saying. ]
We have that in common.
[ But rather than choose to elaborate on his introversion, his other hand comes down on top of her's, and the corners of Dokja's lips turn down into a worried frown. As much as he appreciates her attempts, he's not going to sit here and let it happen when he knows it's futile. ]
Ruby, you'll exhaust yourself a lot faster this way.
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We have that in common.
[ But rather than choose to elaborate on his introversion, his other hand comes down on top of her's, and the corners of Dokja's lips turn down into a worried frown. As much as he appreciates her attempts, he's not going to sit here and let it happen when he knows it's futile. ]
Ruby, you'll exhaust yourself a lot faster this way.