Gen is lost, some part of himself not truly here in the shrine anymore (if it ever had been); perhaps he and Dokja have more in common than either of them realize for their tentative, delicate hold on reality. Abel is beginning to grasp just how far beneath water both of them must have been - floundering, drowning for a long time, now. not just Gen. not just Dokja.
is that why they've ended up like this...? 'he asked me to kill him.'
... ]
Are you asking me to hurt you...?
[ punishment; a payment; a price for what's been done. consequences. perhaps that word truly is more apt than Gen had ever known.
and not terribly different from the request Dokja had posed to Gen, is it? ]
Would it make any of this easier to swallow for you if I did?
[ they both already know Abel isn't going to pick up the mace. they both know it was never an option, either - but perhaps Gen isn't privy to the knowledge that Abel doesn't need it to achieve his objective. ]
...I am taking him. [ but his hand stretches out - not to strike, or to provoke, but in offer. ] So please... Help me help him, before it's too late. This isn't you, is it...? This isn't who you are, who you want to be. It doesn't have to be, either... you can stop this before it goes any further than this.
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Gen is lost, some part of himself not truly here in the shrine anymore (if it ever had been); perhaps he and Dokja have more in common than either of them realize for their tentative, delicate hold on reality. Abel is beginning to grasp just how far beneath water both of them must have been - floundering, drowning for a long time, now. not just Gen. not just Dokja.
is that why they've ended up like this...? 'he asked me to kill him.'
... ]
Are you asking me to hurt you...?
[ punishment; a payment; a price for what's been done. consequences. perhaps that word truly is more apt than Gen had ever known.
and not terribly different from the request Dokja had posed to Gen, is it? ]
Would it make any of this easier to swallow for you if I did?
[ they both already know Abel isn't going to pick up the mace. they both know it was never an option, either - but perhaps Gen isn't privy to the knowledge that Abel doesn't need it to achieve his objective. ]
...I am taking him. [ but his hand stretches out - not to strike, or to provoke, but in offer. ] So please... Help me help him, before it's too late. This isn't you, is it...? This isn't who you are, who you want to be. It doesn't have to be, either... you can stop this before it goes any further than this.