[ WHAT IS IT NOW!! Dokja makes a strangled, startled noise at being dive-bombed, though instead of batting (heh) away the creature clinging to his front, his free hand instead reaches out to better support it.
And then the actual bomb drops.
Dokja immediately stills and the sword in his other hand clatters to the ground as he shakily uses both hands to pry the little bat from his front to bring it closer to his face. He can't even think about how odd it is to hear D's voice come from the small animal's mouth, the rest of the world and everything with it fading away as his breaths shorten in distress. ]
What do you mean his Shard? Is he... is he dead?
[ Just asking that places a sharp ache in his chest, and Dokja is finding it more and more difficult to breathe. When all he gets is the same repeated sentences, he has to reach out for the nearest wall to steady himself, his surroundings suddenly spinning as he succumbs to his panic.
... It takes a while, but eventually, Dokja manages to pull himself together just enough to send a terror-laced Communion to D. ]
D:
And then the actual bomb drops.
Dokja immediately stills and the sword in his other hand clatters to the ground as he shakily uses both hands to pry the little bat from his front to bring it closer to his face. He can't even think about how odd it is to hear D's voice come from the small animal's mouth, the rest of the world and everything with it fading away as his breaths shorten in distress. ]
What do you mean his Shard? Is he... is he dead?
[ Just asking that places a sharp ache in his chest, and Dokja is finding it more and more difficult to breathe. When all he gets is the same repeated sentences, he has to reach out for the nearest wall to steady himself, his surroundings suddenly spinning as he succumbs to his panic.
... It takes a while, but eventually, Dokja manages to pull himself together just enough to send a terror-laced Communion to D. ]
Who did it?