[ This is a different Dokja, his vacant eyes showing that he's left himself for a moment. Checked out. His brittle mind is collapsing, the single off-center piece holding it all together at the base now budged out of place.
He feels small, ashamed of his outburst, and so he withdraws. That's right, he's so incredibly selfish. He doesn't know how to live this life any longer without the people he loves most making it worth living. And he can't face them again after what he's done to them. All of them. He needs something to lash out at, and if he forces his image on this boy, then so be it.
He's a suitable fit.
When Gen lunges forward, his reaction is almost mechanical, based purely off an instinctual drive and experience as he shoots out his hand with his usual inhuman speed to grab the boy's wrist, moving his body out of the way of the fist as he pivots on his heel, and tries to twist Gen's arm behind his back. This again. Well, he thinks distantly, the thought an echo of an echo in his current state, it's what he's after. ]
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He feels small, ashamed of his outburst, and so he withdraws. That's right, he's so incredibly selfish. He doesn't know how to live this life any longer without the people he loves most making it worth living. And he can't face them again after what he's done to them. All of them. He needs something to lash out at, and if he forces his image on this boy, then so be it.
He's a suitable fit.
When Gen lunges forward, his reaction is almost mechanical, based purely off an instinctual drive and experience as he shoots out his hand with his usual inhuman speed to grab the boy's wrist, moving his body out of the way of the fist as he pivots on his heel, and tries to twist Gen's arm behind his back. This again. Well, he thinks distantly, the thought an echo of an echo in his current state, it's what he's after. ]