[ Wouldn't it be nice if the two of them could just go away? So much of Dokja's life has been mired by conflicts he's had no choice but to participate in, and it feels like a never-ending story at this rate. He's made some of his dreams of a peaceful life a reality, this house and its occupants are proof of that, but as long as the Meridian and Zenith persist, it'll never be what he's looking for.
Even so, what he's made for them here is a beacon of light in an otherwise gloomy existence. Dokja tries very hard not to laugh in the most self-deprecating of ways when Eustace suggests he worry about himself, because when has Dokja ever done that?
His life has meaning as long as the people around him are safe and secure. He will always be his own last priority.
He's pulled out of his miserable thoughts when Eustace reaches for the nightstand, and Dokja opens his eyes to see what it is that's presented to him. His eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, and then he delicately takes the leather bracelet to turn it over in his hands. ]
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Even so, what he's made for them here is a beacon of light in an otherwise gloomy existence. Dokja tries very hard not to laugh in the most self-deprecating of ways when Eustace suggests he worry about himself, because when has Dokja ever done that?
His life has meaning as long as the people around him are safe and secure. He will always be his own last priority.
He's pulled out of his miserable thoughts when Eustace reaches for the nightstand, and Dokja opens his eyes to see what it is that's presented to him. His eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, and then he delicately takes the leather bracelet to turn it over in his hands. ]
What's this?
[ (my voice) this isn't a ring ]