[ This conversation is put on pause as Gen approaches, and Dokja glances to his side as the younger version inches closer. Despite now knowing the child's identity along with the short time that they've spoken to each other, a protective flare sparks in his chest, and he rises to his feet. ]
It'll be okay.
[ He reassures the boy, stepping in front of him to face the older Gen. No part of Dokja budges, that hard stare met with narrowed eyes and a slight frown. But he understands this reaction considering their history, and his tone lowers in an effort to maintain some peace. ]
I'm just talking to him.
[ And as a result, he's starting to understand a little more about Gen. ]
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It'll be okay.
[ He reassures the boy, stepping in front of him to face the older Gen. No part of Dokja budges, that hard stare met with narrowed eyes and a slight frown. But he understands this reaction considering their history, and his tone lowers in an effort to maintain some peace. ]
I'm just talking to him.
[ And as a result, he's starting to understand a little more about Gen. ]