[ He watches the memory... It is the other half of his own. They're of the same story and yet they're different—different renditions, perspectives, and emotions. He never mulled over it early in the scenarios, but he's learned there are so many pieces of a story. Everyone has a piece to one.
He finally can ask what he couldn't the day before. With these memories, it keeps reminding him of how many times they must lose Kim Dokja. The wounds fester, reliving them and those emotions all over again. ]
[ As they recover from the memory, Jin shakes it off and continues her path to where Niah is lounging, pausing in front of him with a low tail wag before she leans to gingerly nip his jaw and flop herself onto the daemon. As if there's no such thing as personal space here.
Dokja shifts a little where he stands, a bit closer, just enough to barely register that he's right next to Joonghyuk. It's that festering feeling that pushes him. He leans his side against his companion, just ever so slightly. Cautious and careful. ]
Why wouldn't I? It's a story that I love. I want to see it until the very end alongside everyone. [ And it's true. He does believe in that, it can be felt in the confidence, even if there's a lingering feeling of self-deprecating. He doesn't think he deserves it, but he would like to be able to. However, it's the same that he'll take up whatever is necessary to give them that end, even if it means he won't make it there with them. ]
[ Niah is fine with it, though he rests his head on the floor with his ears pinned back. The feelings... Are not good, but they lighten up when he feels Dokja's weight leaning against him. They were never the touchy sort—considering most of the time Joonghyuk tries to attack Dokja, shakes him by the neck, or throws him—so it is a different feeling.
It's comforting because Joonghyuk does wonder from time to time if the Dokja here is real. They've only fought alongside each other for four years, but it feels so much longer, like they've known each other forever. He doesn't want to let that go.
A happy ending without everyone there, without Kim Dokja, is that truly a happy ending?
He knows what Dokja means. He knows that Dokja only plans to stay with them up to the subway car, that he has another plan to make sure he fulfills his promise of being there with them yet also being elsewhere. He knows... He knows the future that this Kim Dokja doesn't and it's such a lonely feeling. His thumb brushes against the corner of a page as he searches for words.
What he and the rest of their companions want is for Kim Dokja to stay after the end, to be a part of it.
You're a liar.
Before he can even utter those words, the curfew knocks them the fuck out. ]
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He finally can ask what he couldn't the day before. With these memories, it keeps reminding him of how many times they must lose Kim Dokja. The wounds fester, reliving them and those emotions all over again. ]
But will you stay?
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Dokja shifts a little where he stands, a bit closer, just enough to barely register that he's right next to Joonghyuk. It's that festering feeling that pushes him. He leans his side against his companion, just ever so slightly. Cautious and careful. ]
Why wouldn't I? It's a story that I love. I want to see it until the very end alongside everyone. [ And it's true. He does believe in that, it can be felt in the confidence, even if there's a lingering feeling of self-deprecating. He doesn't think he deserves it, but he would like to be able to. However, it's the same that he'll take up whatever is necessary to give them that end, even if it means he won't make it there with them. ]
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It's comforting because Joonghyuk does wonder from time to time if the Dokja here is real. They've only fought alongside each other for four years, but it feels so much longer, like they've known each other forever. He doesn't want to let that go.
A happy ending without everyone there, without Kim Dokja, is that truly a happy ending?
He knows what Dokja means. He knows that Dokja only plans to stay with them up to the subway car, that he has another plan to make sure he fulfills his promise of being there with them yet also being elsewhere. He knows... He knows the future that this Kim Dokja doesn't and it's such a lonely feeling. His thumb brushes against the corner of a page as he searches for words.
What he and the rest of their companions want is for Kim Dokja to stay after the end, to be a part of it.
You're a liar.
Before he can even utter those words, the curfew knocks them the fuck out. ]