[ What...? What the hell is going on? His fragmented mind can't recall all the details of back then, but that had been... entire scenarios ago. It's a nonsensical response that has Dokja dumbstruck, eyes wide as they dart around in search of an answer that will have this make sense.
This is, undoubtedly, the Yoo Joonghyuk of the 1864th world-line. But from the past? How could this be possible? ]
I... [ His hand comes up to clutch at the fabric of his gown, right over his heart. He's finding it hard to breathe. ] That was a long time ago, for me.
[ His gaze finally forces itself up to meet the other man's. As much as he wants to avoid that face, as much as he wants to turn away, this much he has to endure. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk... We're from different points in time.
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This is, undoubtedly, the Yoo Joonghyuk of the 1864th world-line. But from the past? How could this be possible? ]
I... [ His hand comes up to clutch at the fabric of his gown, right over his heart. He's finding it hard to breathe. ] That was a long time ago, for me.
[ His gaze finally forces itself up to meet the other man's. As much as he wants to avoid that face, as much as he wants to turn away, this much he has to endure. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk... We're from different points in time.