[ the quiet between them stretches for a few beats; the soft sway of the breeze, of birds and wildlife, of the trickle of the river is a pleasant backdrop. despite the heavy nature of their conversation... this lapse of quiet isn't uncomfortable.
and when Abel replies, there is a small, soft smile at his lips. ]
She's lonely.
[ and perhaps that is something Dokja understands beneath all the layers of denial and copium. ]
...She's lost things she feels she can't get back, and truth be told... some of it truly is gone forever. Convinced herself she doesn't deserve any more than the pain she's found in place of that loss.
[ does any of this sound familiar? ...Abel has the sinking suspicion it might. ]
If you want to help her, Dokja - I think you could. I think you are one of the few people in Horos who might understand what she needs. She won't make it easy for you to give it to her, though.
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and when Abel replies, there is a small, soft smile at his lips. ]
She's lonely.
[ and perhaps that is something Dokja understands beneath all the layers of denial and copium. ]
...She's lost things she feels she can't get back, and truth be told... some of it truly is gone forever. Convinced herself she doesn't deserve any more than the pain she's found in place of that loss.
[ does any of this sound familiar? ...Abel has the sinking suspicion it might. ]
If you want to help her, Dokja - I think you could. I think you are one of the few people in Horos who might understand what she needs. She won't make it easy for you to give it to her, though.