[ Notebook... Dokja's reminded of all the times they've struggled to communicate with each other and finds it a little new, a little odd, to be able to ask questions now and get actual answers.

He leans over to get a look at what's written down, his expression growing thoughtful and forced smile dropping off at what he reads. ]

Yeah, you can't exactly trust someone who deals with those kinds of extremes.

[ Destroying worlds... Dokja grows a bit anxious at the thought of it. He'd already gone down that path and what had met him at the end... Well, he's paying for it now, isn't he? Anyway, his concern remains with Dextera. ]

What brought this on? Did something happen?