[ is this a kabedon when he was very intent in beating the shit out of Dokja, but now he has lost the wind to his sails? His grip on him is still firm, secure, because he has so many worries. It would be a mystery how Joonghyuk has black hair if it weren't for regression. Now his daemon merely shifts in between, feigning snapping its jaws and claws at Dokja's, but purposely not connecting. ]
Some promises are meant to be broken.
[ Did they switch spots? Joonghyuk's voice is calm and leveled, no longer as angry. Instead, for once, he's trying to find the right words. He remembers what Dokja last saw... The blade that was in his hands, pointed at a child that shared his face—he dared to try cutting down himself. Closing his eyes, he wonders if telling him more would change anything. ]
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Some promises are meant to be broken.
[ Did they switch spots? Joonghyuk's voice is calm and leveled, no longer as angry. Instead, for once, he's trying to find the right words. He remembers what Dokja last saw... The blade that was in his hands, pointed at a child that shared his face—he dared to try cutting down himself. Closing his eyes, he wonders if telling him more would change anything. ]
It's not something you can end so easily.