[ This is more like it, the empty threat a comfortable breakthrough that cuts through the tension in the air and returns them to their norm. The hand on Eustace's face drops back down, though he keeps the other hand right where it is as Dokja mulls over how much time he's got left. ]
Not long.
[ His moments of clarity are becoming fewer and fewer, more spread out and shorter in duration. Even the changes to his body are rapidly growing, and it's really only a matter of time before he becomes something completely unrecognizable. Before that happens, he has to end it. ]
I want to get this over with as quickly as possible. [ I want to feel like myself again, is what he wants to say. ] Maybe as soon as tonight.
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Not long.
[ His moments of clarity are becoming fewer and fewer, more spread out and shorter in duration. Even the changes to his body are rapidly growing, and it's really only a matter of time before he becomes something completely unrecognizable. Before that happens, he has to end it. ]
I want to get this over with as quickly as possible. [ I want to feel like myself again, is what he wants to say. ] Maybe as soon as tonight.