[ Dokja does his best to inject the smallest sliver of humor into this miserable situation and Eustace completely fails to take the bait, his expression remaining as stony as ever. It's to compensate for the misery that ties his stomach into knots and threatens to close his throat, a stifling and suffocating sensation he hasn't felt in a long while.
He steps carefully around the mess of his emotions, tries not to think about the man next to him transformed into a beast that needs to be put down, and tries to steer his focus back to what's important. ]
Decided?
[ Said in a way that someone else might say go on. It's all he can trust himself to say right now. ]
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He steps carefully around the mess of his emotions, tries not to think about the man next to him transformed into a beast that needs to be put down, and tries to steer his focus back to what's important. ]
Decided?
[ Said in a way that someone else might say go on. It's all he can trust himself to say right now. ]