[ The room is small, designed for someone with a meager paycheck or for someone who simply doesn't care about space. He cross the room back to Dokja within seconds, long strides carrying him most of the way there. But right now it feels like there's an entire ocean between them, its turbulent surface littered with mines ready to explode if he so much as makes one wrong move.
Eustace shifts, standing a little straighter than before. ]
I don't have the right to tell you that.
[ Especially knowing as little as he does. There's too many unknown variables, too many major details he's missing to be able to accurately draw up an explanation of what had happened and to assign blame one way or another. In the end though he's not the type to coddle anyway, to soften or conceal a bitter truth no matter how painful it might be.
He doesn't say anything further than that for another half minute or so, eyes lingering on Dokja's small form curled on the bed. It'd been so easy to carry him back here, Eustace barely cognizant of the additional weight being hoisted around, but it really hits him now just how slight Dokja really is, compared to all the people he's been spending his time with up until now.
Abruptly he starts walking away from the closet and back towards the bed, not stopping until he's looming over Dokja, his shadow stretching across the wall. ]
You fought back then. [ Back at the cave, back at the Firebrand shrine. ] Why aren't you fighting now? You've already let one world end. Are you really going to sit around and let the same thing happen to another one?
[ It's an unfair thing to say, especially in the particular way he says it, judgemental and unyielding. Maybe an unwise thing to say all things considered, given that provoking Dokja might end up in both consequences for him and the Kenoma at large. But better anger than this endless sadness, better to feel something than to succumb to numbness and apathy and the desire to untether himself from the world.
That's what Eustace thinks, at least. ]
Isn't giving in like this the same thing as giving in to the Kenoma?
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Eustace shifts, standing a little straighter than before. ]
I don't have the right to tell you that.
[ Especially knowing as little as he does. There's too many unknown variables, too many major details he's missing to be able to accurately draw up an explanation of what had happened and to assign blame one way or another. In the end though he's not the type to coddle anyway, to soften or conceal a bitter truth no matter how painful it might be.
He doesn't say anything further than that for another half minute or so, eyes lingering on Dokja's small form curled on the bed. It'd been so easy to carry him back here, Eustace barely cognizant of the additional weight being hoisted around, but it really hits him now just how slight Dokja really is, compared to all the people he's been spending his time with up until now.
Abruptly he starts walking away from the closet and back towards the bed, not stopping until he's looming over Dokja, his shadow stretching across the wall. ]
You fought back then. [ Back at the cave, back at the Firebrand shrine. ] Why aren't you fighting now? You've already let one world end. Are you really going to sit around and let the same thing happen to another one?
[ It's an unfair thing to say, especially in the particular way he says it, judgemental and unyielding. Maybe an unwise thing to say all things considered, given that provoking Dokja might end up in both consequences for him and the Kenoma at large. But better anger than this endless sadness, better to feel something than to succumb to numbness and apathy and the desire to untether himself from the world.
That's what Eustace thinks, at least. ]
Isn't giving in like this the same thing as giving in to the Kenoma?