[ There's just the barest of flinches at the mention of the world being destroyed, the strong denial in Dokja hurriedly working to straighten the course of his mind so that it doesn't stray to the unthinkable. ]
What, you really believe that your world was destroyed?
[ He openly scoffs at the idea as he waves his hand in the air, trying to brush aside the thought. ]
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What, you really believe that your world was destroyed?
[ He openly scoffs at the idea as he waves his hand in the air, trying to brush aside the thought. ]
It was just a dream.