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[Why is it him and not me?]
[Why?]
[Answer me, KIM DOKJA] he forced to spit out through gritted teeth.
[Why? Why, when I needed you the most... Why? Why did you come and chose someone who is NOT me. Someone who is fake. Someone who is not the protagonist of that novel you love so much. Why? Why were you not there for me?]
[The 'The Great Plotter' is looking at you]
[The 999th Regression Yu Junghyeok is looking at you]
[The 41st Regression Yu Junghyeok is looking at you]
[The 666th Regression Yu Junghyeok is looking at you]
[The 81st Regression Yu Junghyeok is looking at you]
Under the heavy gaze of the Yu Junghyeoks whom he had watched for over more than 10 years, Kim Dokja doesn't have an answer he can voice. He can't say "I am always with you,"
He cannot give him false hope to cling to. He needs to go back. To his companion companions.
Kim Dokja stayed his mouth and let his tears fall. His silence is his answer.
All the fight burning inside the Plotter's being was snuffed out and a gaping emptiness, an ocean of deep sorrow, was the only thing that remained.
He had thought that there was nothing else for him to lose anymore... but he was mistaken, there is still something. His dearest reader, the sole reader of his life. He resented him, grew bitter of this truth to his being but... the relief of finding someone who might know his sufferings, who comes close to truly knowing him... and to have that taken from him. How cruel... This fate.
[Your constellation sponsor is agitated]
'Hah,' he scoffs, 'Only the gaze of this star remains. How maddening.'
He watched as Kim Dokja turned his back on him, his heart (whatever is left of it) shatters into pieces, blown into the cosmos as glittering stardust.
[Your constellation sponsor is agitated]
"Yu Junghyeok, calm down!!!"
"Get out of my way Han Su-Yeong," he said as he tries to keep his voice steady.
"You're still injured, bastard! How are you going to fight someone like that in your state! You're just heading to your death!" Han Su-Yeong shouts in anger, trying to reason with the stubborn man.
"I know you don't like it. None of us does... but this time, we have no way of reaching him. We can only wait and trust that squid to come back to us."
"I don't trust him," he says quietly.
'I also don't but there's no option left, rather there is none where we have a guarantee of getting unscathed. If one of you morons dies, what would happen to the end Kim Dokja wants to see?'
The bastard had finally stopped struggling and he and Han Su-Yeong sat on the ground, taking comfort with each other. Forced to wait, worried for Kim Dokja.