He tenses uncomfortably at hearing it, almost seems to shy away like he doesn't want it to apply to him. How can it? When all Dokja has ever done is hurt the people closest to him, when the only thing his pathetic life seems to do is prolong the suffering and agony of the companions he cherishes more than he thought himself capable of.
There's a long pause as Dokja struggles with Abel's words. They're right, he knows they're right. He has to find a reason to stay, has used the lives at stake back home to try and convince himself of that, but when another part of him wants so badly to simply disappear, to make the pain stop, it's...
It's not easy. ]
I don't know what I want.
[ He's torn in two directions. But... seeing Abel on one side, hand outstretched in this way, it's. Terrifying. Tempting. ]
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That word again.
The one he doesn't dare to use.
He tenses uncomfortably at hearing it, almost seems to shy away like he doesn't want it to apply to him. How can it? When all Dokja has ever done is hurt the people closest to him, when the only thing his pathetic life seems to do is prolong the suffering and agony of the companions he cherishes more than he thought himself capable of.
There's a long pause as Dokja struggles with Abel's words. They're right, he knows they're right. He has to find a reason to stay, has used the lives at stake back home to try and convince himself of that, but when another part of him wants so badly to simply disappear, to make the pain stop, it's...
It's not easy. ]
I don't know what I want.
[ He's torn in two directions. But... seeing Abel on one side, hand outstretched in this way, it's. Terrifying. Tempting. ]
I might hurt you next.