What kind of fucked up life has this kid lived... Dokja's brows come together in concern, and his smile grows a little tighter, a little harder to keep up, but he doesn't allow it to fall. Instead, he closes his fingers around D's hand, gentle as he pulls him along on their trek back. ]
I don't know about any laboratory. I'm taking us to the camp. You look like you could use a meal and a long nap.
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What kind of fucked up life has this kid lived... Dokja's brows come together in concern, and his smile grows a little tighter, a little harder to keep up, but he doesn't allow it to fall. Instead, he closes his fingers around D's hand, gentle as he pulls him along on their trek back. ]
I don't know about any laboratory. I'm taking us to the camp. You look like you could use a meal and a long nap.
[ Or several of the above. ]