It doesn't surprise him Dokja would take time out of being swallowed in despair to scold him like he's a son. And really, as any good son, he does not trust Dokja not to try fighting Childe if it came down to it. Not when it's Eustace, when it's Eustace's Shard.]
There's no time.
[It's an honest rebuttal. THEIR ORACLE EVENT!!! He's too stubborn (like Dokja and Eustace both) to sit down for five minutes when many things are on the line.]
Be careful... if you run into Silco. [SEBASTIAN MIGHT TAKE YOUR ARM OFF OR SOMETHING. Just a friendly warning.] I'll tell Gray... later.
Oh no. Gray. Dokja had been so consumed with his grief that his thoughts hadn't extended that far. She's sure to be devastated just the same, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to keep himself from spiraling even more than he already has.
While he appreciates D's warning, Dokja doesn't trust himself to speak now that the earlier panic has gripped him once more. He's useless like this, he knows, and he's never wanted the Fourth Wall back in his head as much as he does now. At least then he'd be able to think, and the only response he can give D is a brief acknowledgement that doesn't come in the form of words, but a trembling touch across their Communion.
And then it's cut. He has to find Eustace's Shard. ]
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It doesn't surprise him Dokja would take time out of being swallowed in despair to scold him like he's a son. And really, as any good son, he does not trust Dokja not to try fighting Childe if it came down to it. Not when it's Eustace, when it's Eustace's Shard.]
There's no time.
[It's an honest rebuttal. THEIR ORACLE EVENT!!! He's too stubborn (like Dokja and Eustace both) to sit down for five minutes when many things are on the line.]
Be careful... if you run into Silco. [SEBASTIAN MIGHT TAKE YOUR ARM OFF OR SOMETHING. Just a friendly warning.] I'll tell Gray... later.
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Oh no. Gray. Dokja had been so consumed with his grief that his thoughts hadn't extended that far. She's sure to be devastated just the same, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to keep himself from spiraling even more than he already has.
While he appreciates D's warning, Dokja doesn't trust himself to speak now that the earlier panic has gripped him once more. He's useless like this, he knows, and he's never wanted the Fourth Wall back in his head as much as he does now. At least then he'd be able to think, and the only response he can give D is a brief acknowledgement that doesn't come in the form of words, but a trembling touch across their Communion.
And then it's cut. He has to find Eustace's Shard. ]