Oh no. Gray. Dokja had been so consumed with his grief that his thoughts hadn't extended that far. She's sure to be devastated just the same, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to keep himself from spiraling even more than he already has.
While he appreciates D's warning, Dokja doesn't trust himself to speak now that the earlier panic has gripped him once more. He's useless like this, he knows, and he's never wanted the Fourth Wall back in his head as much as he does now. At least then he'd be able to think, and the only response he can give D is a brief acknowledgement that doesn't come in the form of words, but a trembling touch across their Communion.
And then it's cut. He has to find Eustace's Shard. ]
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Oh no. Gray. Dokja had been so consumed with his grief that his thoughts hadn't extended that far. She's sure to be devastated just the same, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to keep himself from spiraling even more than he already has.
While he appreciates D's warning, Dokja doesn't trust himself to speak now that the earlier panic has gripped him once more. He's useless like this, he knows, and he's never wanted the Fourth Wall back in his head as much as he does now. At least then he'd be able to think, and the only response he can give D is a brief acknowledgement that doesn't come in the form of words, but a trembling touch across their Communion.
And then it's cut. He has to find Eustace's Shard. ]