[ It would have been bad enough if Dokja had been killed by some random creature or a Zenite. That Eustace had to do it instead sobers her shock, and presses more deeply into her heart like a knee into flesh. ]
I'll be there right away.
[ She doesn't ask why he can't just tell her like this. She'd rather be there anyway.
It won't be long before Gray comes jogging up to the Tree, propelled by the bleeding grief that lingers from their Communion. She doesn't call out as she nears; the area around the Tree is mellow and still, hers the only footsteps that tap against the serenity of the place. She can imagine why Eustace is here; though this is called the Tree of Life, it serves nearly as much as a graveyard. As such she steps lightly until she reaches him, careful to disturb as little as possible. ]
Mr. Eustace...
[ She looks at him closely, trying to get a read. She already knows that he feels unhappy, but to what extent? ]
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I'll be there right away.
[ She doesn't ask why he can't just tell her like this. She'd rather be there anyway.
It won't be long before Gray comes jogging up to the Tree, propelled by the bleeding grief that lingers from their Communion. She doesn't call out as she nears; the area around the Tree is mellow and still, hers the only footsteps that tap against the serenity of the place. She can imagine why Eustace is here; though this is called the Tree of Life, it serves nearly as much as a graveyard. As such she steps lightly until she reaches him, careful to disturb as little as possible. ]
Mr. Eustace...
[ She looks at him closely, trying to get a read. She already knows that he feels unhappy, but to what extent? ]