[Dokja trails off, and Sooyoung's gaze snaps back to him.
It's not as if she'd been expecting him to have the answers or a plan right now. He's clearly shaken, and Sooyoung suddenly realizes that she has no idea. She doesn't know anything about what Dokja's seen here or experienced, why he looks so ill -- almost worse than the 49% Dokja -- bangs longer than she remembers draping over his eyes,]
Of course we'll find him? Or he'll find us. Doesn't he always know where you are?
[scary bastard (affectionate). She rubs at her eyes some more with her sleeve, as if rubbing will somehow erase her previous tears,]
More importantly, Kim Dokja. You need to tell me what's going on. What the hell is up with this second-rate isekai fantasy bullshit?
pummels you
It's not as if she'd been expecting him to have the answers or a plan right now. He's clearly shaken, and Sooyoung suddenly realizes that she has no idea. She doesn't know anything about what Dokja's seen here or experienced, why he looks so ill -- almost worse than the 49% Dokja -- bangs longer than she remembers draping over his eyes,]
Of course we'll find him? Or he'll find us. Doesn't he always know where you are?
[scary bastard (affectionate). She rubs at her eyes some more with her sleeve, as if rubbing will somehow erase her previous tears,]
More importantly, Kim Dokja. You need to tell me what's going on. What the hell is up with this second-rate isekai fantasy bullshit?