[ Is Dokja really going to have to break Eustace's wrist don't do this to him.
His grip doesn't relent, but it doesn't apply any more pressure than it needs to. He's not looking to actually crush the man's bones into dust, but it's not as if he can let go when he's seen, firsthand, what Eustace likes to do with these things, such as embed them into unfortunate people's shoulders.
He knows he's most likely wasting his time here, both of them too stubborn for their own good, but if they can both just go their separate ways from this without more needless bloodshed, then that's the path Dokja would rather take. ]
Who says I care? [ asks the man who cares. ] I'll let you up and get out of your hair if you just drop the weapon. We can both walk away.
[ Some of the anger subsides from his gaze, replaced with a slightly pleading look. He's tired, dude. Aren't they both exhausted? ]
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His grip doesn't relent, but it doesn't apply any more pressure than it needs to. He's not looking to actually crush the man's bones into dust, but it's not as if he can let go when he's seen, firsthand, what Eustace likes to do with these things, such as embed them into unfortunate people's shoulders.
He knows he's most likely wasting his time here, both of them too stubborn for their own good, but if they can both just go their separate ways from this without more needless bloodshed, then that's the path Dokja would rather take. ]
Who says I care? [ asks the man who cares. ] I'll let you up and get out of your hair if you just drop the weapon. We can both walk away.
[ Some of the anger subsides from his gaze, replaced with a slightly pleading look. He's tired, dude. Aren't they both exhausted? ]