[ Ah, every moment spent on this topic makes Dokja's skin crawl, but he pushes through. If not for himself, then for Dextera. ]

Yeah, [ his reply comes out so quietly it's almost hard to hear. ] It's the same for me. I can't tell you that everything's going to be fine. Or that you deserve to be forgiven.

[ Because those are words that Dokja would never believe if they were spoken to him. ]

But... [ he hesitates, gaze darting to the floor. ] You're not alone, is what I'm trying to say.