[ So much had happened since then that it would be easy for Dokja to feign ignorance or make up an excuse that he can't remember his petty grievances from back then, but that would make him an extra hypocrite, wouldn't it? After all, that time he'd spent angry at Eustace had haunted him during that weeklong wait, and Dokja had never kicked himself so hard for acting so stupidly childish when his anger could have been their last moments together.
Even now, he can't hide the regret that darkens his expression, and Dokja gently sets his cup of water down on the kitchen counter. ]
... It was stupid.
[ He says quietly, gaze turned away in shame. No part of him is proud about the way he'd behaved. ]
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Even now, he can't hide the regret that darkens his expression, and Dokja gently sets his cup of water down on the kitchen counter. ]
... It was stupid.
[ He says quietly, gaze turned away in shame. No part of him is proud about the way he'd behaved. ]