[ He's been a worrier for the past twenty years of his life, thanks for asking. Even the hand, warm against his face, does little to reassure him, even if he unconsciously leans into the touch. ]
You better, or I'll bring you back and kill you myself.
[ It's an empty threat, more an outlet for his worry-turned-anger than anything else. Easier to channel his emotions into something that'll move him forward rather than hold him back. But Dokja's making an effort and so should he, so it's with a sigh and a brief closing of his eyes that he acquieses, trying to force his fingers - his whole body - to relax. ]
How much longer?
[ Until the Discord takes over. Until you become unrecognizable. Until you die. ]
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You better, or I'll bring you back and kill you myself.
[ It's an empty threat, more an outlet for his worry-turned-anger than anything else. Easier to channel his emotions into something that'll move him forward rather than hold him back. But Dokja's making an effort and so should he, so it's with a sigh and a brief closing of his eyes that he acquieses, trying to force his fingers - his whole body - to relax. ]
How much longer?
[ Until the Discord takes over. Until you become unrecognizable. Until you die. ]