[ It's a question that brings a grin to Dokja's face, like he finds something particularly funny about this situation they're in. And maybe it is a little bit funny, the fact that he had once landed in a place called Horos and decided right then and there that he would keep people at arm's length. Cut ties before they could even begin.
Now look at him. ]
We're the same Aspect, aren't we?
[ He can feel it, the invisible threads between them, the emotions that leak out every now and then despite whatever best efforts meant to keep them hidden. Dokja's no stranger to leaning on these connections, he's just never done it before with Amos, but he can recognize it here and now. ]
You'll have to understand, then, the lengths that we'll go for our people.
[ It's nothing personal. As Dokja holds Dextera's sword in his hand, gets the sense of what belongs to who, the knowledge of what he can do with this item in his grasp quickly comes to become useful. They've had enough of a chat, and it's time to cut things short. In this position, it only makes sense to lose Amos by casting a debuff on him, so that's exactly what Dokja does. ]
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Now look at him. ]
We're the same Aspect, aren't we?
[ He can feel it, the invisible threads between them, the emotions that leak out every now and then despite whatever best efforts meant to keep them hidden. Dokja's no stranger to leaning on these connections, he's just never done it before with Amos, but he can recognize it here and now. ]
You'll have to understand, then, the lengths that we'll go for our people.
[ It's nothing personal. As Dokja holds Dextera's sword in his hand, gets the sense of what belongs to who, the knowledge of what he can do with this item in his grasp quickly comes to become useful. They've had enough of a chat, and it's time to cut things short. In this position, it only makes sense to lose Amos by casting a debuff on him, so that's exactly what Dokja does. ]