[ The look of shame on his face morphs into one of surprise at the mention of Ciel. He hadn't been conscious during that, and the knowledge that she had... let them go? Is that right? His eyebrows draw together in confusion, not really sure what to think of it.
He can't wonder about it for very long. As soon as he hears the softness of Abel's voice, hears what it is he can't say, Dokja seems to draw further in on himself. He lowers his head even more, as if trying to hide his expression, but the way his grip on the cup tightens is clear to see.
This is normally the part where he'd run away, and it takes a second for him to find his voice. When he next speaks, his tone is heavy, guilt-ridden. ]
I'm okay now.
[ No, he isn't. His mind is still a mess, rattled by words and then again by a separation of what he had known to be real. He had lost it back there. He had... what? Succumbed to his insanity?
That's it, isn't it? He's... he's always going to be a half-step from the edge, if not outright plummeting over it. ]
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He can't wonder about it for very long. As soon as he hears the softness of Abel's voice, hears what it is he can't say, Dokja seems to draw further in on himself. He lowers his head even more, as if trying to hide his expression, but the way his grip on the cup tightens is clear to see.
This is normally the part where he'd run away, and it takes a second for him to find his voice. When he next speaks, his tone is heavy, guilt-ridden. ]
I'm okay now.
[ No, he isn't. His mind is still a mess, rattled by words and then again by a separation of what he had known to be real. He had lost it back there. He had... what? Succumbed to his insanity?
That's it, isn't it? He's... he's always going to be a half-step from the edge, if not outright plummeting over it. ]