[ It's a lot to consider. A lot to think about. Dokja ducks his head once again to stare at his fingers, a habit he's picked up since arriving in Horos, and distantly thinks back on all that time spent miserably in the subway train he would know to be his home for... an eternity, it feels like.
He'd slowly unmade himself there, unraveled his existence, and would have achieved an end had it not been for his sudden arrival here.
And while he's never thought of it as a second chance, he wonders now if there's... more he can do.
Nothing comes to him immediately, but he heeds Abel's words and stores that gentle guidance in his heart. He's never had anyone talk to him like... this. Never given anyone an opportunity to, if he's being honest. But again, it's a lot to think about, and he wants to give it the careful consideration it deserves.
For now, all he can do is nod mutely. He still feels like his insides have been carved out, and the heavy presence of guilt doesn't fade, but this... It's a start. ]
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He'd slowly unmade himself there, unraveled his existence, and would have achieved an end had it not been for his sudden arrival here.
And while he's never thought of it as a second chance, he wonders now if there's... more he can do.
Nothing comes to him immediately, but he heeds Abel's words and stores that gentle guidance in his heart. He's never had anyone talk to him like... this. Never given anyone an opportunity to, if he's being honest. But again, it's a lot to think about, and he wants to give it the careful consideration it deserves.
For now, all he can do is nod mutely. He still feels like his insides have been carved out, and the heavy presence of guilt doesn't fade, but this... It's a start. ]