[ Okay, now he's got a rough idea of where to start, and what topic to dance around. He hasn't seen either Abel or Himeka since arriving to this new world, and he's not sure if he wants to mention them with how heavily their absence weighs on his heart. Again, an emotion that he loses control of as it makes itself known to the both of them. An emptiness, a worried ache.
He doesn't bother to rein this one back in. ]
Yeah, well. You ended up helping the Pleroma so that we could infiltrate Achamoth and get our friends out safely.
[ There's a fondness to his voice now. He may not know where Eustace currently stands, but at least he knows that the man is capable of doing the right thing when it counts. But it's the next part that has him hesitating, the warmth to his tone growing somber. ]
[ He feels that ache, accepts it and lets it pass without comment yet again. They've all lost people, places, in the transition from home to there to here and both of them carry enough scars still healing to do without more prodding and poking at those sensitive spots.
If Dokja wants to talk about it in the future, then Eustace will listen. For now, they can keep things strictly to business.
The mention of casualties, as sobering as it is, also isn't surprising. The situation had escalated beyond just tense; the risk of grievous injury was always something present in the back of his mind. But if Dokja's bringing it up now, then there must be some significance to the casualties. He frowns deeper. ]
[ A good deal many, but only two that stand out for Dokja. He doesn't like to think back on that day, the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk's sword plunging through Han Sooyoung and how absolutely useless he'd felt at the time. The panicked desperation to keep her shard protected and close, the haste to return it to a shrine, the days he'd spent huddled there on the cavern floor with every what if possible running through his mind.
He wonders if it had been the same for Eustace's rescuers.
There's a slow inhale, then exhale, on his end, an attempt to compose himself before he finally answers with what he hopes is a steady tone, despite his emotions still rocking the link between them. ]
You were one of them.
[ Dokja clearly remembers the stinging shock when he'd been handed Eustace's gun, but no Eustace in sight. He'd done his best to compartmentalize his feelings back then, prioritizing what he needed to prioritize, but it had been hard. ]
I don't know the details surrounding your death. You being the cagey bastard that you are kept that quiet after you revived.
[ It shouldn't be surprising that he'd gone off and gotten himself killed - war is war, after all, and the buildup towards such a thing hadn't exactly been subtle - but a small blip of surprise flickers across the connection anyway. It's one thing to accept the inevitability of death but another thing to have it actually happen.
He wonders how it'd happened. If he hadn't been strong enough or if he hadn't put enough effort into his continued training. Not that he'll ever know now, his own memory of the incident entirely erased. Sounds like him alright, keeping all his secrets close to his chest and never telling anyone until there'd been need for it. Except it sounds like this time he'd never found a good reason to tell anyone about his death, leaving both him and everyone else in the dark as to the exact details.
Though, if Dokja knows that it happened but doesn't know the details... ]
[ A small blip of surprise, huh. Even that reaction feels so incredibly on brand for Eustace, and maybe eliciting such a mild emotional response helps ease some of Dokja's earlier discomfort. Freaking stoics, man... There's a reason they're some of his favorite people. ]
I ran into someone who had your gun. I tried to reach you to return it, but when I wasn't getting any responses, I figured out what happened.
[ This time, there's something more relaxed and easy-going about his tone and his emotions, like he's thinking back to that time.
And also cooking up a lie. ]
When you came back, we met up and I gave you your gun back. You were really thankful, by the way. Tears in your eyes and everything.
[ When will Dokja stop gaslighting him like this...
If he had framed it any other way, or perhaps toned it down just a smudge, Eustace might have believed him. It's not as though he has anything to go off other than his own past experiences, and even those have become less reliable when faced with the pressure Horos (and the Regent) had placed on him.
But to say he had tears in his eyes? C'mon now. ]
I'm sure.
[ His tone is as dry as the deserts around Mephorash, or whatever passes for one in these parts. It doesn't last very long though, his usual gravity returning to the situation. ]
Thanks, though. For returning it.
[ Even if he probably said that at the time (just without the tears). ]
[ Look, he would have tried to make up an actual believable lie if he cared about that sort of thing, but right now, he just wants to lighten the heavy mood that's settled between them. Dokja's not so good with Emotions, especially these days with all of his feelings heightened to degrees he wishes he wasn't capable of, so he'd love to pass right over this.
Too bad it lasts about a second before the atmosphere returns to something a little more gloomy. ]
Yeah, don't lose it a second time, okay?
[ What he actually means to tell Eustace is to not die a second time, but it's heavily implied. ]
[ RE: both losing the gun as well as losing his life, even if he can't promise such a thing will never happen, because sometimes life just Happens. But maybe Dokja knows that as well as anyone.
There's probably more he could ask about everything that's happened, but he feels like he's imposed on Dokja enough already—especially if Dokja had gone to all the effort of grabbing his gun and returning it to him. Tch. Looks like he's going to have to owe the man another favor.
But later. Dokja can go back to reading terrible fanfic for the moment. ]
Don't get into too much trouble in the meantime either.
Okay, it's a little bad, but when has he ever sought after quality? Anyway, he swings this back to lighthearted amusement now that he's sensing their conversation is coming to an end. ]
Me? Getting into trouble? That doesn't sound like something I'd do.
[ Such bullshit words from a major bullshitter, considering every time he's said something along these lines, he's immediately gotten himself into trouble. Still, he's been managing to keep his head down kind of successfully so far, not as willing to lash out when eyes that know him are now here. ]
I'll see you around, Eustace.
[ And without waiting for a reply, Dokja ends the Communion. ]
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He doesn't bother to rein this one back in. ]
Yeah, well. You ended up helping the Pleroma so that we could infiltrate Achamoth and get our friends out safely.
[ There's a fondness to his voice now. He may not know where Eustace currently stands, but at least he knows that the man is capable of doing the right thing when it counts. But it's the next part that has him hesitating, the warmth to his tone growing somber. ]
... We had some casualties along the way.
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If Dokja wants to talk about it in the future, then Eustace will listen. For now, they can keep things strictly to business.
The mention of casualties, as sobering as it is, also isn't surprising. The situation had escalated beyond just tense; the risk of grievous injury was always something present in the back of his mind. But if Dokja's bringing it up now, then there must be some significance to the casualties. He frowns deeper. ]
Who?
[ Or should he be asking how many.... ]
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He wonders if it had been the same for Eustace's rescuers.
There's a slow inhale, then exhale, on his end, an attempt to compose himself before he finally answers with what he hopes is a steady tone, despite his emotions still rocking the link between them. ]
You were one of them.
[ Dokja clearly remembers the stinging shock when he'd been handed Eustace's gun, but no Eustace in sight. He'd done his best to compartmentalize his feelings back then, prioritizing what he needed to prioritize, but it had been hard. ]
I don't know the details surrounding your death. You being the cagey bastard that you are kept that quiet after you revived.
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He wonders how it'd happened. If he hadn't been strong enough or if he hadn't put enough effort into his continued training. Not that he'll ever know now, his own memory of the incident entirely erased. Sounds like him alright, keeping all his secrets close to his chest and never telling anyone until there'd been need for it. Except it sounds like this time he'd never found a good reason to tell anyone about his death, leaving both him and everyone else in the dark as to the exact details.
Though, if Dokja knows that it happened but doesn't know the details... ]
How did you find out then? If you weren't there.
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I ran into someone who had your gun. I tried to reach you to return it, but when I wasn't getting any responses, I figured out what happened.
[ This time, there's something more relaxed and easy-going about his tone and his emotions, like he's thinking back to that time.
And also cooking up a lie. ]
When you came back, we met up and I gave you your gun back. You were really thankful, by the way. Tears in your eyes and everything.
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If he had framed it any other way, or perhaps toned it down just a smudge, Eustace might have believed him. It's not as though he has anything to go off other than his own past experiences, and even those have become less reliable when faced with the pressure Horos (and the Regent) had placed on him.
But to say he had tears in his eyes? C'mon now. ]
I'm sure.
[ His tone is as dry as the deserts around Mephorash, or whatever passes for one in these parts. It doesn't last very long though, his usual gravity returning to the situation. ]
Thanks, though. For returning it.
[ Even if he probably said that at the time (just without the tears). ]
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Too bad it lasts about a second before the atmosphere returns to something a little more gloomy. ]
Yeah, don't lose it a second time, okay?
[ What he actually means to tell Eustace is to not die a second time, but it's heavily implied. ]
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[ RE: both losing the gun as well as losing his life, even if he can't promise such a thing will never happen, because sometimes life just Happens. But maybe Dokja knows that as well as anyone.
There's probably more he could ask about everything that's happened, but he feels like he's imposed on Dokja enough already—especially if Dokja had gone to all the effort of grabbing his gun and returning it to him. Tch. Looks like he's going to have to owe the man another favor.
But later. Dokja can go back to reading terrible fanfic for the moment. ]
Don't get into too much trouble in the meantime either.
[ Though maybe that's an impossible ask. ]
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Okay, it's a little bad, but when has he ever sought after quality? Anyway, he swings this back to lighthearted amusement now that he's sensing their conversation is coming to an end. ]
Me? Getting into trouble? That doesn't sound like something I'd do.
[ Such bullshit words from a major bullshitter, considering every time he's said something along these lines, he's immediately gotten himself into trouble. Still, he's been managing to keep his head down kind of successfully so far, not as willing to lash out when eyes that know him are now here. ]
I'll see you around, Eustace.
[ And without waiting for a reply, Dokja ends the Communion. ]