[let himself grieve... is he truly allowed to do so? is he allowed to grieve for the people he'd slain, is he allowed to grieve for his own life, and how little control he now has over it? is he allowed any of this? he isn't sure. but Dohalim can't stop the hot prickling in his eyes as they start to water. he tries to hold back those tears, telling himself that it's unbecoming to show such emotion. but then again... he's already fallen apart, hasn't he? he's shown emotion that he should not have, he let them get out of control because of his tarnished soul.
he lets out a shuddering breath, face buried in the crook of Zhongli's neck, as the first few tears slip from his eyes. he should be ashamed of himself, to be so emotional in front of a god. in fact, he is. he's ashamed of being so afraid, he's ashamed of showing emotions such as this in front of another, he's ashamed of what he nearly did to Zhongli. his heart hammers in his chest, as a heaviness rests on his shoulders, bearing down on him. it's an exhausting feeling, and he supposes he'd always felt like that. but with everything coming to terms, he'd just become all the more aware of it.
however, as Zhongli continues to speak, Dohalim raises his head, looking at him through his hair, vision blurry from the tears]
Do... Do you think there is a cure? Something to alleviate this?
[the exhaustion is mirrored in his voice; he doesn't want to sound hopeful. he doesn't want to get his hopes up in the event that there is no cure...]
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he lets out a shuddering breath, face buried in the crook of Zhongli's neck, as the first few tears slip from his eyes. he should be ashamed of himself, to be so emotional in front of a god. in fact, he is. he's ashamed of being so afraid, he's ashamed of showing emotions such as this in front of another, he's ashamed of what he nearly did to Zhongli. his heart hammers in his chest, as a heaviness rests on his shoulders, bearing down on him. it's an exhausting feeling, and he supposes he'd always felt like that. but with everything coming to terms, he'd just become all the more aware of it.
however, as Zhongli continues to speak, Dohalim raises his head, looking at him through his hair, vision blurry from the tears]
Do... Do you think there is a cure? Something to alleviate this?
[the exhaustion is mirrored in his voice; he doesn't want to sound hopeful. he doesn't want to get his hopes up in the event that there is no cure...]