[Dohalim mutters something under his breath, incoherent but hurried, tinged with anxious energy. there's the slow, loosening grip he has on reality, melting into the darkness. does Zhongli not realise his fear? does he not acknowledge it? these are the questions whispered to him now; it almost feels like something is prying his hand loose from Zhongli's, dragging him further and further down. it's like he's being plunged into a cold ocean, weighed down, unable to scramble up to the surface. and just like that, everything is muted around him as he's tucked himself into the silent recesses of his mind, surrounded by that taint; it's all he knows, now.
outward appearances seem like Dohalim's calmed down; he's still, breathing a little too evenly for the panic that was present moments ago. he makes a move to untangle himself from Zhongli's hold, slowly sitting up. there's a slight tremble as he struggles to keep himself upright]
You should give up.
[Dohalim's voice is even and soft, and he doesn't look over his shoulder at Zhongli]
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outward appearances seem like Dohalim's calmed down; he's still, breathing a little too evenly for the panic that was present moments ago. he makes a move to untangle himself from Zhongli's hold, slowly sitting up. there's a slight tremble as he struggles to keep himself upright]
You should give up.
[Dohalim's voice is even and soft, and he doesn't look over his shoulder at Zhongli]