[ Gentle hands help guide Dokja to his side, and he has to close his unfocused eyes to the dizziness that immediately follows. He wants so badly to just pass out from the amount of agony he's in, slip into unconsciousness and hope to never wake up. It's what he's been after this entire time, what he's so desperately been longing for, but.
The part of him held hostage shakes him awake.
He's not living for himself, the selfish bastard. He hasn't even scratched the surface of what he has left to atone for. Who is he to deserve something as peaceful as death when he'd dangled that same reprieve only to keep it out of reach in the face of someone who'd lived nearly two-thousand lives?
Sour bile rises in his throat at the reminder and with the combination of his current state, Dokja empties out the meager contents of his convulsing stomach, body immediately trembling violently after. He's in so much pain that the nausea doesn't even compare, but then he starts to hear it.
Words. Words that he can begin to make out, and while the aches don't subside, the ringing in his ears lessens to a dull roar enough that he can start to blearily pay attention.
He knows that voice. ]
Abel...?
[ His own comes out weak and feeble, blood rolling against his tongue as he makes out the syllables, but there's a dash of panic lining the edges as well. No, why is Abel here? Not that he even knows where here is, but judging by Dokja's condition, it's not safe. Wouldn't he know that? ]
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The part of him held hostage shakes him awake.
He's not living for himself, the selfish bastard. He hasn't even scratched the surface of what he has left to atone for. Who is he to deserve something as peaceful as death when he'd dangled that same reprieve only to keep it out of reach in the face of someone who'd lived nearly two-thousand lives?
Sour bile rises in his throat at the reminder and with the combination of his current state, Dokja empties out the meager contents of his convulsing stomach, body immediately trembling violently after. He's in so much pain that the nausea doesn't even compare, but then he starts to hear it.
Words. Words that he can begin to make out, and while the aches don't subside, the ringing in his ears lessens to a dull roar enough that he can start to blearily pay attention.
He knows that voice. ]
Abel...?
[ His own comes out weak and feeble, blood rolling against his tongue as he makes out the syllables, but there's a dash of panic lining the edges as well. No, why is Abel here? Not that he even knows where here is, but judging by Dokja's condition, it's not safe. Wouldn't he know that? ]