[ As unnerving as this entire situation is, Dokja can't overlook the convenience of it. He can use this to his advantage, and the gears in his head click back into place as he forces a smile to his face.
He can do this. Even without the Fourth Wall there to steady his mind, he has to tell this story even if it tears open the unsealed wound still marked across his very soul. ]
We made it to the end of the scenarios.
[ This much isn't a lie, though his hands tremble as he squeezes them together, the movement barely perceptible. Shit, he doesn't want to recall that time, the amount of carnage and slaughter they'd left behind them only to open the doors to something even worse. A hopelessness that he had, perhaps, always known about. ]
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He can do this. Even without the Fourth Wall there to steady his mind, he has to tell this story even if it tears open the unsealed wound still marked across his very soul. ]
We made it to the end of the scenarios.
[ This much isn't a lie, though his hands tremble as he squeezes them together, the movement barely perceptible. Shit, he doesn't want to recall that time, the amount of carnage and slaughter they'd left behind them only to open the doors to something even worse. A hopelessness that he had, perhaps, always known about. ]
You and I... And everyone else.