[ It shouldn't be so difficult to have a straightforward conversation, and yet Eustace isn't sure he remembers the last time they've actually talked like this, without barbs or jabs or other petty insults mixed in between. In some ways they're too much alike, too aware of each other's buttons and weak points.

He grimaces at the validity of Dokja's words, a small sigh escaping his lips. ]

I know.

[ He'd known it then and he knows it now, though knowing amounts to nothing without the proper action taken. ]

I didn't know how to say it without worrying you, or without speaking for D.

[ But as it turns out, all his supposed consideration had done was hurt the people around him, the last thing he wanted to do. As far as excuses go, this is pretty fucking weak. No point in trying to hide behind it then, when there are better paths to take. Such as: ]

I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner.