[ you: i want them to be happy me: proceeds to make this thread as depressing as possible
But really, what else was going to happen after putting two depressed men in the same room, one with crippling self-esteem issues and a propensity to spiral, and the other one who thinks way too much and talks not nearly enough. It's really a miracle they've both made it as far as they have.
Still, a miracle doesn't feel like enough when everything feels so bleak, the echo of his last conversation with D once again presenting itself in his conversation now with Dokja. What was it he had said again, that he would be happy so long as Dokja was happy? But neither of them are happy now, and he doesn't know how to change that without changing the way he's lived for the past twenty years. (Or where they live, but finding a place in Kenos unaffected by the rising conflict is nigh impossible.) ]
You should worry about yourself more.
[ Dokja, who's died at least twice and who has suffered through a lifetime of misery.
Though, speaking of worry—he pulls away momentarily, free hand reaching towards the nightstand to pull open the drawer and grab something from inside. That something ends being two simple leather cord bracelets, one of which he holds out to Dokja. ]
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me: proceeds to make this thread as depressing as possible
But really, what else was going to happen after putting two depressed men in the same room, one with crippling self-esteem issues and a propensity to spiral, and the other one who thinks way too much and talks not nearly enough. It's really a miracle they've both made it as far as they have.
Still, a miracle doesn't feel like enough when everything feels so bleak, the echo of his last conversation with D once again presenting itself in his conversation now with Dokja. What was it he had said again, that he would be happy so long as Dokja was happy? But neither of them are happy now, and he doesn't know how to change that without changing the way he's lived for the past twenty years. (Or where they live, but finding a place in Kenos unaffected by the rising conflict is nigh impossible.) ]
You should worry about yourself more.
[ Dokja, who's died at least twice and who has suffered through a lifetime of misery.
Though, speaking of worry—he pulls away momentarily, free hand reaching towards the nightstand to pull open the drawer and grab something from inside. That something ends being two simple leather cord bracelets, one of which he holds out to Dokja. ]
Here.
[ He will explain once Dokja takes it. ]