[ Dokja hears the knife being drawn from its sheath, but he doesn't look down. He keeps his eyes on Eustace's face, traces the features there that he can see. Commits it to memory. Should this really come to be the end of it all somehow and in some way, he thinks this wouldn't be a terrible last memory to take with him.
He wraps his fingers around the hand holding the knife, guiding it to his heart in silent agreement, until the point digs at the flesh there. No matter how many times he's done this, apprehension always follows, but his hands don't shake, and his gaze is steady as he nods. ]
Don't forget to tell Gray where you are.
[ He tries for a smile, tired and as unlucky as ever. But even so, he wouldn't have wanted anyone else here with him now. While some vestiges of doubt linger at the far corners of his mind, he knows in his heart that this isn't the end. He'd just gotten Eustace back. There's still so much they have left to do. ]
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He wraps his fingers around the hand holding the knife, guiding it to his heart in silent agreement, until the point digs at the flesh there. No matter how many times he's done this, apprehension always follows, but his hands don't shake, and his gaze is steady as he nods. ]
Don't forget to tell Gray where you are.
[ He tries for a smile, tired and as unlucky as ever. But even so, he wouldn't have wanted anyone else here with him now. While some vestiges of doubt linger at the far corners of his mind, he knows in his heart that this isn't the end. He'd just gotten Eustace back. There's still so much they have left to do. ]
I'll see you again soon.