[ This... is familiar. He can see it now, his companions pleading with him, begging him not to leave them. Telling him that they're strong and that he doesn't have to bear it all alone. That it's okay for him to ask for help.
Why?
For someone like me. For someone like him. I'm not... Worth it. Deserving of it. The person Abel thinks he is.
His self-loathing is so severe that he's legitimately confused. It almost feels unreal to be in the presence of someone as kind and generous as Abel, but his words weigh on Dokja's heart. Yes, he needs help. Yes, he needs a hand to grab on to. But the fact of the matter is, Kim Dokja does not know how to ask for help. ]
What... what do I have to do?
[ He finally lifts his head and there's such a nervousness to his gaze, like he might flee at any moment. He's lost, it's true, and in need of guidance, yes. And it's at a point where he'll do anything... anything not to feel as awful as he does. ]
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Why?
For someone like me. For someone like him. I'm not... Worth it. Deserving of it. The person Abel thinks he is.
His self-loathing is so severe that he's legitimately confused. It almost feels unreal to be in the presence of someone as kind and generous as Abel, but his words weigh on Dokja's heart. Yes, he needs help. Yes, he needs a hand to grab on to. But the fact of the matter is, Kim Dokja does not know how to ask for help. ]
What... what do I have to do?
[ He finally lifts his head and there's such a nervousness to his gaze, like he might flee at any moment. He's lost, it's true, and in need of guidance, yes. And it's at a point where he'll do anything... anything not to feel as awful as he does. ]