[ And he has made it somehow, through sheer will and determination despite all of his failures. Somehow, some way, Joonghyuk thinks he will be fine.
But Sooyoung has good reasons not to tell him... It would incite his ire, but maybe that is a good thing? Has anger not always been better than grief? Don't they all miss him? Not that pieces of him can make a whole—maybe it would make them feel lonelier, like when they were left with half of Dokja at their conclusion.
In the end, Dokja did talk to Joonghyuk much like Sooyoung wanted. Did they communicate like she wished? Probably not. There are too many words unsaid, too many questions left unanswered—Dokja may not have understood or accepted why they regressed. Joonghyuk doubted and doubts that man would be able to see until he's pushed to the edge.
Joonghyuk is left with a stronger resolve to use Kenoma to his own means. ]
If you are thinking to bring me to Pleroma during the raid, I won't be going with you until you find something useful from them.
She should find comfort in that, in those thousands of years, in all those regression turns where Yoo Joonghyuk was alone, only to carry that loneliness onto the next one. She wonders if that means that she shouldn't concern herself with him, and for a moment she's tempted? She'd love it if she could be free from the headache that is Yoo Joonghyuk. But that's just the spiteful part of herself talking. The same part that wants Yoo Joonghyuk to be less of a bastard and more open and more cooperative and more unlike himself.
It's a frequent thought, but it never lasts. Just like now, as Sooyoung tries to grapple for a response, something to convey that she's not convinced by that loneliness.
...maybe those are words better saved when she sees him in person. instead,]
[ Sooyoung would know best, wouldn't she? While she may not be the one that read him and understood him from words off of the paper, she's familiar with the rounds. Then her memory she regained, repressed until recently, about the round that would lead into the next, then now.
She can make her own decision as the genius writer.
There's just a long silence, as if he's deliberating over her demand... And he hangs up. ]
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[ And he has made it somehow, through sheer will and determination despite all of his failures. Somehow, some way, Joonghyuk thinks he will be fine.
But Sooyoung has good reasons not to tell him... It would incite his ire, but maybe that is a good thing? Has anger not always been better than grief? Don't they all miss him? Not that pieces of him can make a whole—maybe it would make them feel lonelier, like when they were left with half of Dokja at their conclusion.
In the end, Dokja did talk to Joonghyuk much like Sooyoung wanted. Did they communicate like she wished? Probably not. There are too many words unsaid, too many questions left unanswered—Dokja may not have understood or accepted why they regressed. Joonghyuk doubted and doubts that man would be able to see until he's pushed to the edge.
Joonghyuk is left with a stronger resolve to use Kenoma to his own means. ]
If you are thinking to bring me to Pleroma during the raid, I won't be going with you until you find something useful from them.
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She should find comfort in that, in those thousands of years, in all those regression turns where Yoo Joonghyuk was alone, only to carry that loneliness onto the next one. She wonders if that means that she shouldn't concern herself with him, and for a moment she's tempted? She'd love it if she could be free from the headache that is Yoo Joonghyuk. But that's just the spiteful part of herself talking. The same part that wants Yoo Joonghyuk to be less of a bastard and more open and more cooperative and more unlike himself.
It's a frequent thought, but it never lasts. Just like now, as Sooyoung tries to grapple for a response, something to convey that she's not convinced by that loneliness.
...maybe those are words better saved when she sees him in person. instead,]
You better not try to kill me when I see you.
[>:T]
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She can make her own decision as the genius writer.
There's just a long silence, as if he's deliberating over her demand... And he hangs up. ]
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