Dokja keeps his head down, doesn't react much besides his body tensing and his breaths rattling past his throat. The pain he'd tried to smother down upon arriving in this strange place claws its way back to the surface. It's reopened now, raw and festering.
It's been 21,763 years for him.
Not even a fraction of what he has to atone for. ]
You're not supposed to be here.
[ He ignores the question as he continues to stare at his hands. None of this makes any sense. Yoo Joonghyuk should be back in the 1864th world-line... living with everyone, the others, the half of himself that he'd given away. ]
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Dokja keeps his head down, doesn't react much besides his body tensing and his breaths rattling past his throat. The pain he'd tried to smother down upon arriving in this strange place claws its way back to the surface. It's reopened now, raw and festering.
It's been 21,763 years for him.
Not even a fraction of what he has to atone for. ]
You're not supposed to be here.
[ He ignores the question as he continues to stare at his hands. None of this makes any sense. Yoo Joonghyuk should be back in the 1864th world-line... living with everyone, the others, the half of himself that he'd given away. ]