[ As if he would even consider leaving the spot Dokja's shard is buried in. Dokja might not be able to see the flat expression that crosses his face but surely he can sense it through their bond, a feeling of absolute unamusement over how inane that suggestion is. At least that feeling saves Eustace the trouble of having to reply back.
Instead, he carefully slides Dokja onto the ground, careful to keep one arm out for balance lest Dokja stumble and drop to his knees. (So he tells himself, but there's something comforting in the continued physical contact, an anchor for him to desperately cling to in these last moments.) ]
It'll be fastest with a gun, but if you're averse to being shot, I can use a knife instead.
[ He'll hate it either way, but Dokja deserves the option of choice at the very least. ]
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Instead, he carefully slides Dokja onto the ground, careful to keep one arm out for balance lest Dokja stumble and drop to his knees. (So he tells himself, but there's something comforting in the continued physical contact, an anchor for him to desperately cling to in these last moments.) ]
It'll be fastest with a gun, but if you're averse to being shot, I can use a knife instead.
[ He'll hate it either way, but Dokja deserves the option of choice at the very least. ]