[ Nearly half a year spent living in Horos has left Dokja in a precarious state. Not knowing the fate of his companions, the guilt hanging heavy off of him, his frail mind cracking and splintering at the slightest of pushes due to the absence of the Fourth Wall...

And yet, there's one thing he's refused to dwell on for the sake of the brittle strings left of his sanity. ]

It's what I have to think.

[ There's a finality in his tone. He won't be budged on this. Should he think differently, if the world with the people he loves most in it is truly gone, then he really will have nothing left. ]

I should have been at the shrines to bring you back, but I was [ dead ] occupied with something else. Ask me anything you need to know.