[ Dokja slips in and out of consciousness during much of what follows next. Even with the cloak draped over him he can't seem to regulate his temperature, and a deep-seated chill has seeped under his skin to wrack him with violent tremors.
He can't focus on all the noise happening around him, can't even open his eyes when his surroundings begin to crack open with loud groans, too distracted with trying to fight off the creeping darkness that sinks its claws into him to inch closer and closer. He has enough of a mind left to wonder if Abel's okay, but other than that, he's battling something else on his own.
When he feels arms slide under him and then the warmth of a body against his, some of his shaking finally manages to cease. His bloodied head lolls against Abel's shoulder, and he grunts as he feels them move, the jostling further exacerbating how much pain he's in. Still, there's something particularly reliable about these arms in particular, and Dokja allows himself to sink into them.
If he dies, at least life gave him one last comfort on his way out. ]
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He can't focus on all the noise happening around him, can't even open his eyes when his surroundings begin to crack open with loud groans, too distracted with trying to fight off the creeping darkness that sinks its claws into him to inch closer and closer. He has enough of a mind left to wonder if Abel's okay, but other than that, he's battling something else on his own.
When he feels arms slide under him and then the warmth of a body against his, some of his shaking finally manages to cease. His bloodied head lolls against Abel's shoulder, and he grunts as he feels them move, the jostling further exacerbating how much pain he's in. Still, there's something particularly reliable about these arms in particular, and Dokja allows himself to sink into them.
If he dies, at least life gave him one last comfort on his way out. ]