[ It's started. The Pleroma are rushing in to stop the execution and Dokja is part of that wave. He moves, weaving and dodging past the bodies around him as he heads for the stage, gaze trained on the captives held there. He needs to save them, he needs to get to them before the pyre is lit. But when he's struck in the shoulder by a passing figure, he spins on his heel to keep his footing, thoughts momentarily pulled away from this interruption.
And that's when he spots him only a few feet away. That familiar figure who he'd had just a passing encounter with not long ago in Venera, who had slipped Dokja a piece of paper that had saved a life. ]
—Liem?
[ Out? Like this? After what Hayame had told him about his capture at the hands of his own sect? ]
Liem!
[ He's louder this time, one look spared toward where Abel and Himeka are. Just a second. Just a brief second and then he can go back to them, but he can't forget what he'd said during the Pleroma Communion. The way he'd promised to bring this man back with him should the opportunity present itself, and what is this if not that opportunity? ]
liem.
And that's when he spots him only a few feet away. That familiar figure who he'd had just a passing encounter with not long ago in Venera, who had slipped Dokja a piece of paper that had saved a life. ]
—Liem?
[ Out? Like this? After what Hayame had told him about his capture at the hands of his own sect? ]
Liem!
[ He's louder this time, one look spared toward where Abel and Himeka are. Just a second. Just a brief second and then he can go back to them, but he can't forget what he'd said during the Pleroma Communion. The way he'd promised to bring this man back with him should the opportunity present itself, and what is this if not that opportunity? ]