[ There's a sinking feeling in his chest with every spoken word and Dokja stares, unbelieving that someone can change this much in such a short amount of time. This isn't the same Liem as before, he's sure of it. How the Kenoma have managed to tamper with him, he doesn't know, but a strange sensation curls in his gut.

He won't let this go on. ]

It wasn't a dream, [ he insists, eyes narrowing in search of something he knows to be there. ] You helped me. You saved a life. That was all real.

[ He steps forward, hands balled into fists at his sides. Every second that passes him by in this godforsaken city has him wishing he could raze it to the ground. It's poison, and he wonders if that same poison has seeped too far deep into Liem now. ]

You have someone waiting for you. A woman who owes you a debt. The same kind, I imagine, that I owe you.