[Sooyoung keeps her hands on Dokja's pale face, keeps gazing into those dark eyes, barely noticeable beneath his long fringe. She takes note of all the differences, all the signs that there are things she might never learn about Dokja and the five months he spent in this new world, and however many years he spent before that as the Oldest Dream.

She thinks about all the words one can say that might never reach their intended receiver, even if spoken out loud. Even now. If she told him all she wanted to say, then would he believe her? Listen to her?

...Would that matter?

She's in front of him now, and she might never get this chance again. The world might end tomorrow. Dokja might disappear yet again, or she could be the one too vanish this time. To be left yet again, without a chance to tell him... No. She thinks of that feeling she had when she saw Dokja on the train, the grief when she'd reached for him at the subway station.

...I'm always one step too late. I'm sick of it.]

Kim Dokja. I don't like this place or its set-up. I don't like your lame disguise and I think your hair looks stupid. [thanks hsy] But -- I'm glad that I'm here.

["I want to meet that idiot one more time."]

I really wanted to talk to you again.

[the words trail off awkwardly, and she lets him go.]

...That's all. I just wanted to say that.