[ Eustace is both grateful for the silence (because there's no need to force idle chatter he simply isn't feeling) and resentful for it (because it leaves him with too much time alone with his thoughts). The sight of the Tree looming above them is a welcome one, pulling him out of the quagmire of his own misery and back into reality.
Though reality's pretty miserable too all things considered, Dokja's quickly deteriorating state only adding to his growing mountain of concern. Truly the sooner they get this done the better, so Dokja doesn't have to suffer in silence anymore.
He doesn't respond to the murmur of gratitude tossed his way, also too busy looking around them for any potential threat, any obstacle that might suddenly fling itself into their way. There shouldn't be, not at the Tree of Life, but he's always been the type to worry overly much. ]
Are you ready?
[ They could stand around and chitchat, try and lighten the mood by reliving old memories, but he doesn't see any point in delaying the inevitable. ]
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Though reality's pretty miserable too all things considered, Dokja's quickly deteriorating state only adding to his growing mountain of concern. Truly the sooner they get this done the better, so Dokja doesn't have to suffer in silence anymore.
He doesn't respond to the murmur of gratitude tossed his way, also too busy looking around them for any potential threat, any obstacle that might suddenly fling itself into their way. There shouldn't be, not at the Tree of Life, but he's always been the type to worry overly much. ]
Are you ready?
[ They could stand around and chitchat, try and lighten the mood by reliving old memories, but he doesn't see any point in delaying the inevitable. ]