[ Maybe it's stupid of him, but he doesn't think anything of Gen's advance. He's got the opening behind him that he can dart to should he need it, but more than that, this boy in front of him isn't a threat...
is what he thinks in an attempt to convince himself.
When he's given the opportunity to turn this conversation, he desperately grabs at it. Any more focus on Dokja threatens to pull the ground from his feet, and he needs to reorient his balance. The mark on Gen's forearm is the first thing his eyes land on, and it suddenly makes a lot of sense why they've come across each other here. ]
This is your shrine, [ he says with an incredulous huff of his breath. Almost a laugh. ] I was right about you.
[ Right about what? He doesn't elaborate, but a faint sheen of delight flickers in Dokja's eyes. The legacy of the Lover. When he'd first come across its description, finger sliding down the familiar feeling of worn pages, they'd stopped there with a tremble.
That would have been him if not for his many sacrifices. ]
no subject
is what he thinks in an attempt to convince himself.
When he's given the opportunity to turn this conversation, he desperately grabs at it. Any more focus on Dokja threatens to pull the ground from his feet, and he needs to reorient his balance. The mark on Gen's forearm is the first thing his eyes land on, and it suddenly makes a lot of sense why they've come across each other here. ]
This is your shrine, [ he says with an incredulous huff of his breath. Almost a laugh. ] I was right about you.
[ Right about what? He doesn't elaborate, but a faint sheen of delight flickers in Dokja's eyes. The legacy of the Lover. When he'd first come across its description, finger sliding down the familiar feeling of worn pages, they'd stopped there with a tremble.
That would have been him if not for his many sacrifices. ]