[ When Joonghyuk lifts his sword, Dokja stops struggling. Instead, he watches in an almost pale fascination, gaze trained on the blade held over him. This is happening. Yoo Joonghyuk is aiming for the kill and for a terrifying moment, Dokja wonders if he knows about the shards and how they work, how Aion bodies can regrow themselves as long as the shard remains intact. Or if this is something else. What if he doesn't know? Dokja's mind helpfully supplies. And if that's the case and Joonghyuk wants him dead, then who is he to stop this?
It's retribution, he thinks as his gaze goes dark and a vacancy dimly overcomes him. Even if his throat grows tight and a stinging headache assaults him, the fragility of his mind threatening to tear itself to pieces, there's nothing wrong with this story unfolding before him.
So then why does he feel like the world's collapsed around him?
The final blow never comes. He sees more than feels the sword grazing his shoulder, the lightning following up to branch off against his injury. He thinks he jolts in pain, but there's something so far away about his movements, only distantly aware that he's no longer being pinned down while the one thought consuming him is the knowledge that Yoo Joonghyuk had tried to kill him.
He hopes it was without the knowledge of the shards.
He hopes it was with the knowledge.
Rolling on to his side, his movements are sluggish as he gasps in a ragged breath. Had he been breathing this entire time? It doesn't feel like it, and raising his head to peer at the scene in front of him now takes an absurd amount of effort. He needs to get back up. He needs to stop them both. He needs his feeble mind to pull itself back together so he that he can get up.
He stretches out an arm to drag his sword to him, shifts to get his feet back under him, and tries to ignore the shaking of his arms as he pushes himself up. This was never going to be a battle that he could endure, and yet, he has to continue. ]
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It's retribution, he thinks as his gaze goes dark and a vacancy dimly overcomes him. Even if his throat grows tight and a stinging headache assaults him, the fragility of his mind threatening to tear itself to pieces, there's nothing wrong with this story unfolding before him.
So then why does he feel like the world's collapsed around him?
The final blow never comes. He sees more than feels the sword grazing his shoulder, the lightning following up to branch off against his injury. He thinks he jolts in pain, but there's something so far away about his movements, only distantly aware that he's no longer being pinned down while the one thought consuming him is the knowledge that Yoo Joonghyuk had tried to kill him.
He hopes it was without the knowledge of the shards.
He hopes it was with the knowledge.
Rolling on to his side, his movements are sluggish as he gasps in a ragged breath. Had he been breathing this entire time? It doesn't feel like it, and raising his head to peer at the scene in front of him now takes an absurd amount of effort. He needs to get back up. He needs to stop them both. He needs his feeble mind to pull itself back together so he that he can get up.
He stretches out an arm to drag his sword to him, shifts to get his feet back under him, and tries to ignore the shaking of his arms as he pushes himself up. This was never going to be a battle that he could endure, and yet, he has to continue. ]