[as if this wasn't difficult already. but then again, Dohalim also knows that this won't be easy, either. to live... to not seek out ways to cut his life short, that's already a task with a high degree of difficulty. it always has been. but this time... Zhongli said he would stay by him the entire way through, until the terms of their contract are met. perhaps that's the difference now. however, if Zhongli were to leave...
that, for some reason, is a thought that Dohalim does not want to entertain. while the god had never been in his inner circle previously, he had grown quite attached to him. perhaps it was his intellect, or his knowledge for the realm's terrain (now he understands how he has so much knowledge of it), or even the fact that Zhongli can hold up a conversation that most would get bored of. he'd grown to... like Zhongli.
which only makes him feel even more guilty about putting him through this.
sighing softly, and nodding, Dohalim slowly untangles himself from the other's hold, before standing. he can feel that exhaustion in his very bones, and while he's usually pretty spry, even when he's stressed out, this time, he can almost swear that his joints are creaking. luckily, it's only a step or two to his bed; he unceremoniously flops on top of it before bringing his knees to his chest and curling up into a ball. he doesn't even bother pulling his duvet to crawl underneath it. he's silent for a moment, before he addresses Zhongli again, voice soft]
...Will you stay with me? Until the very end, no matter what the outcome is?
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that, for some reason, is a thought that Dohalim does not want to entertain. while the god had never been in his inner circle previously, he had grown quite attached to him. perhaps it was his intellect, or his knowledge for the realm's terrain (now he understands how he has so much knowledge of it), or even the fact that Zhongli can hold up a conversation that most would get bored of. he'd grown to... like Zhongli.
which only makes him feel even more guilty about putting him through this.
sighing softly, and nodding, Dohalim slowly untangles himself from the other's hold, before standing. he can feel that exhaustion in his very bones, and while he's usually pretty spry, even when he's stressed out, this time, he can almost swear that his joints are creaking. luckily, it's only a step or two to his bed; he unceremoniously flops on top of it before bringing his knees to his chest and curling up into a ball. he doesn't even bother pulling his duvet to crawl underneath it. he's silent for a moment, before he addresses Zhongli again, voice soft]
...Will you stay with me? Until the very end, no matter what the outcome is?