[ Studies the face on the wall... Then taps the dryad's forehead a couple of times with his finger. That's made out of root alright. ]

I don't think it would make itself prone like this if killing it is the way out of here.

[ Dokja pulls away from the wall to take a look at the room they're trapped in. This is just like a scenario, it should be familiar to him, but he's handicapped by the fact that he doesn't know how this story goes. ]

A memory or a piece of us. We can all agree that sacrificing one of us is too extreme an option.