Dokja smiles, lopsided and sad, when she tells him he's not allowed to leave. He knows exactly what's going though her head, how this place is different from the stream.
Then she goes still, fingers bruising on his wrist, and he watches something pass over her face, a thousand storylines flipping though her head. What she says is... possible, isn't it? Pass the buck onto someone - or in this case something - else.
Then the hopeful expression he's wearing gives way to something crestfallen, and he shakes his head.
"Suyeong... I had already lost most of my stories when you knocked. They're already gone, to become other readers."
A failsafe, though he's not sure whose. The Dokkaebi King that became the Fourth Wall? The king before, in the 1864th round who wanted him to become King, or an immutable law of the universe they were now a part of?
⸢You shouldn't have been greedy. No, y o u sh oul d've be en con te nt wi th 49% Kim Dok ja⸥
since dokja seems to not know when he talks to the fourth wall before the knock
Then she goes still, fingers bruising on his wrist, and he watches something pass over her face, a thousand storylines flipping though her head. What she says is... possible, isn't it? Pass the buck onto someone - or in this case something - else.
Then the hopeful expression he's wearing gives way to something crestfallen, and he shakes his head.
"Suyeong... I had already lost most of my stories when you knocked. They're already gone, to become other readers."
A failsafe, though he's not sure whose. The Dokkaebi King that became the Fourth Wall? The king before, in the 1864th round who wanted him to become King, or an immutable law of the universe they were now a part of?
⸢You shouldn't have been greedy. No, y o u sh oul d've be en con te nt wi th 49% Kim Dok ja⸥