[ Dokja... making a move... He's literally just a guy.
And if Eustace wants to ponder on whether or not Dokja cares about the well-being of the person still trapped inside their chrysalis, here's the answer: ]
Yeah, they could be.
[ His tone is a little too nonchalant as he runs his fingers over the intact crystal, the corners of his mouth turning down into a frown. It's not so dissimilar from the meteorites from back home, though it doesn't invoke the same sort of dread. ]
They look like the disasters of my world. They'd hatch returnees—er, people who traveled to different worlds only to return much later to their homes...
[ He lets the rest of the sentence trail off. But this isn't their home, they're not returning from anywhere. Dokja hesitates for a beat longer than necessary, his eyes shaking as another thought comes to him. ]
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And if Eustace wants to ponder on whether or not Dokja cares about the well-being of the person still trapped inside their chrysalis, here's the answer: ]
Yeah, they could be.
[ His tone is a little too nonchalant as he runs his fingers over the intact crystal, the corners of his mouth turning down into a frown. It's not so dissimilar from the meteorites from back home, though it doesn't invoke the same sort of dread. ]
They look like the disasters of my world. They'd hatch returnees—er, people who traveled to different worlds only to return much later to their homes...
[ He lets the rest of the sentence trail off. But this isn't their home, they're not returning from anywhere. Dokja hesitates for a beat longer than necessary, his eyes shaking as another thought comes to him. ]
But they didn't all hatch disasters.