[ The subject change tells Ernesto all he needs to know. Even if it is something that Dokja wanted to get back, it's not something he wants Ernesto to touch or mess with. Fine... Ernesto isn't expecting Dokja to let him in at this point, the walls are already clearly up, and Ernesto isn't such a hypocrite that he's unable to respect that.

But it doesn't make this situation less frustrating, because with only knowing a small fragment of the story, it's nearly impossible for him to know how to keep this from happening again.

He's not sure he can. It's hard to tell what keeps bringing Dokja back to this kid who is fucking him so so badly, but apparently something is... ]

No point wasting your breath on words you don't mean, right?

[ Maybe that's a little harsher than it should be, but it's true. At least there's no malice in Ernesto's tone as he says them, just a tired sort of resignation that he's not going to be able to stop this. ]

I'm not going to make you promise this either...

[ Because Dokja's promises mean very little to him at this point. ]

But if you can't stop yourself... if it has to happen again... just don't get civilians involved. If you hadn't stopped yourself back then, some of the people in that restaurant could have really gotten hurt, or worse.

[ Now there is his hypocrisy. A man that orchestrated bombs being set up along a city in an attempted terrorist coup.

But even then he'd convinced the people he was working with to only set them up in areas where people were unlikely to be, at times when those areas were going to theoretically be entirely vacated. Property damage can still be devastating, but even at his worst Ernesto has always been pretty mindful of the lives of the everyday people around him.

If he can't get Dokja to keep his own safety in mind, then he'd at least like him to consider those innocent lives. ]