[ Maybe it's odd, but he feels a strange sense of relief at the reply. It's a reaffirmation of the line drawn between them, a reminder of how they should be viewing each other: as enemies first and foremost.
Even if there might have been the slim possibility of them ending up on the same side as a pair of bickering friends, it's gone now, snatched away as soon as he'd chosen to accept the Kenoma into him. Or so he tells himself; easier to carry out any mission assigned to him if he eliminates any possible distraction. ]
[ Now why does Eustace have to go and say complicated things like that to make him doubt?? Better for everyone? How?
No. As much as he hates to admit it, this is some bullshit that Dokja would say. ]
Better for just you, you mean.
[ It's convenient, isn't it, Eustace? To have people turn their backs, to have it so they won't have any expectations, no disappointments. It isn't possible to let down someone who already knows to be let down. ]
[ If Dokja is hoping to get any sort of rise with that barb, he'll have to settle for disappointment. There's no change in feeling on the other end, cool indifference still rooted in the atmospheric spacetime between them. Mostly because Dokja isn't wrong; Eustace knows full well that he's a bastard most days, and he's lived long enough with the weight of foolish past decisions balanced on his shoulders. ]
That makes two of us then.
[ Agree to disagree or agree to agree, it doesn't matter. There's clearly nothing to be gained from continuing this conversation. If anything, he's learned the valuable lesson of being stricter with where his thoughts go while he's still conscious. ]
[ Haah, what a fucked up move this had been from Eustace. Here Dokja had been ready to settle into the night with only his depression for company, and now he has to deal with whatever the hell this is as well. Nevermind that it had momentarily distracted him from his loneliness, it's still annoying.
Still confusing.
His restlessness ripples through to the other side, something fatigued and wary. He hasn't slept properly in days, doesn't think he will for longer than that, and he can't wrap his mind around what it is he's learned about Eustace tonight.
Without any parting words, Dokja simply ends their communion, tucking his shard back into place while the book he'd started on falls to the side. It's going to be another long night with just him and his thoughts. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Even if there might have been the slim possibility of them ending up on the same side as a pair of bickering friends, it's gone now, snatched away as soon as he'd chosen to accept the Kenoma into him. Or so he tells himself; easier to carry out any mission assigned to him if he eliminates any possible distraction. ]
Keep it that way. It'll be better for everyone.
[ Will it though? (Yes.) ]
no subject
No. As much as he hates to admit it, this is some bullshit that Dokja would say. ]
Better for just you, you mean.
[ It's convenient, isn't it, Eustace? To have people turn their backs, to have it so they won't have any expectations, no disappointments. It isn't possible to let down someone who already knows to be let down. ]
You really are a stupid bastard.
no subject
That makes two of us then.
[ Agree to disagree or agree to agree, it doesn't matter. There's clearly nothing to be gained from continuing this conversation. If anything, he's learned the valuable lesson of being stricter with where his thoughts go while he's still conscious. ]
no subject
Still confusing.
His restlessness ripples through to the other side, something fatigued and wary. He hasn't slept properly in days, doesn't think he will for longer than that, and he can't wrap his mind around what it is he's learned about Eustace tonight.
Without any parting words, Dokja simply ends their communion, tucking his shard back into place while the book he'd started on falls to the side. It's going to be another long night with just him and his thoughts. ]