That's it. That's it-- you brought this on yourself. On yourself, young man! Don't say I didn't warn you.

[ Dokja is thankfully being released, but only because Abel is fishing beneath the collar of his tunic to remove his shard as if he is, in fact, about to tattle to someone via Communion. ]

You sit right there and THINK about what you've done, hm? And in front of the weird rabbit, no less. Shameless, aren't you? Incorrigible. Utterly incorrigible. Now sit tight; this will be over soon.