[ Leaned up against each other like this, Eustace is sure to feel the way Dokja tenses up at the voiced contemplation. It's not a surprising thing for anyone in their positions to wonder, but Dokja can't share in the sentiment. Eustace, Gray, D... They all probably have a life to return to.
But not Dokja. Had he stayed where he'd been before Horos, then Kenos, he would have disintegrated into pieces, scattered into the stars as nothing but a memory.
So he doesn't murmur an agreement, or really say anything in response. He falls into a conflicted silence that draws itself out for longer than necessary before he turns his face so that his forehead can press against Eustace's shoulder instead, seeking total darkness as he closes his eyes shut. ]
... I want you to be happier, [ he says softly. ] I don't want you to worry.
[ If only he could make all of Eustace's burdens his own. Dokja would be happy to do so, happy to do whatever he can to make it so that Eustace can have the peace he wants. His chest feels heavy with how inadequate he feels in this moment, exacerbated by Eustace's own helplessness as their emotions bounce off of each other. ]
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But not Dokja. Had he stayed where he'd been before Horos, then Kenos, he would have disintegrated into pieces, scattered into the stars as nothing but a memory.
So he doesn't murmur an agreement, or really say anything in response. He falls into a conflicted silence that draws itself out for longer than necessary before he turns his face so that his forehead can press against Eustace's shoulder instead, seeking total darkness as he closes his eyes shut. ]
... I want you to be happier, [ he says softly. ] I don't want you to worry.
[ If only he could make all of Eustace's burdens his own. Dokja would be happy to do so, happy to do whatever he can to make it so that Eustace can have the peace he wants. His chest feels heavy with how inadequate he feels in this moment, exacerbated by Eustace's own helplessness as their emotions bounce off of each other. ]