[ It's the confidence behind each word that stirs a warm hopefulness in Dokja's chest. This man... There's no way he could know such things, and yet here he is, speaking them, and Dokja so badly wants to believe. He just doesn't know how, his mind racing with what should be impossible theories, but hasn't the impossible been proven wrong just by him appearing here in this strange new land? ]
Are you some kind of t-time traveler...? Or maybe you can see into the future...?
[ Does that mean he gets to stay? Right here? His small hands clutch at his shirt in excitement, and he stares up at Eustace with pure wonder in his shining black eyes. ]
you tag me in your dreams 🥺
Are you some kind of t-time traveler...? Or maybe you can see into the future...?
[ Does that mean he gets to stay? Right here? His small hands clutch at his shirt in excitement, and he stares up at Eustace with pure wonder in his shining black eyes. ]
I want to believe you.
[ More than anything. ]