[ Where to even begin with the exhaustive list of things wrong with him? This Dokja is just a shell of the person he used to be, incomplete and damaged beyond any hope of repair. His desperation to cling on to his life is for the sake of others, never himself. If he were to be given proof and assurances of their survival, he'd let go in a heartbeat. It's only guilt that draws his breaths now. Guilt and a madness that's gone unchecked for countless years. Thousands upon thousands of years.
He can suffer anything because he has suffered everything.
When she tugs his face up to meet his gaze, there's an emptiness in the pitch black of his eyes. Had it always looked so vacant? Up close like this, it's plain to see that the light had left them a long time ago.
While the whip has incapacitated his body, the fractured pieces of his mind are still there. He briefly debates refusing her demand, flippantly thinks for a second that it's mostly because his throat hurts so much that he doesn't want to say anything, but then he figures what the hell.
It's not like he's in any position to refuse. ]
... Kim Dokja.
[ His voice comes out in a rasp, and he forces the corners of his lips to turn upward. Not mockingly, not in a jeer, but in a cavalier manner as if reflecting back on how he's been acting throughout this entire ordeal. ]
no subject
He can suffer anything because he has suffered everything.
When she tugs his face up to meet his gaze, there's an emptiness in the pitch black of his eyes. Had it always looked so vacant? Up close like this, it's plain to see that the light had left them a long time ago.
While the whip has incapacitated his body, the fractured pieces of his mind are still there. He briefly debates refusing her demand, flippantly thinks for a second that it's mostly because his throat hurts so much that he doesn't want to say anything, but then he figures what the hell.
It's not like he's in any position to refuse. ]
... Kim Dokja.
[ His voice comes out in a rasp, and he forces the corners of his lips to turn upward. Not mockingly, not in a jeer, but in a cavalier manner as if reflecting back on how he's been acting throughout this entire ordeal. ]
You won. Now what?