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Yes, those are all true. As is the fact that trying to shame me into agreeing with your narrative won't get you anywhere.

[crick... crack...]

I know... damn well, the only thing that's going to get me anywhere--

[winces]

--is the only thing that ever got you anywhere.

I'm not giving up.

[his tail winds around Junghyeok's leg]

You can break my arms all day, that isn't going to change.

[ker-snap]

Fool. You've already given up.

[CHRIST, bites his lip hard enough that it starts bleeding at that

and then lifts up his taloned foot and digs it into Junghyeok's thigh while horns and wings start to grow]

Ii'm right here fighting you on it-- asshole.

Stop living in the past, Regressor Yu Junghyeok.

[ow fuck. his breath hitches as his thigh gets skewered, now also bleeding]

I've also... abandoned... that name... long ago.

Liar.

[he isn't exactly surprised it rings true but it does just make him more mad]

Also, this coat doesn't suit you.

[And so he opens up his mouth to breathe fire all over it]

[the problem when you decide to set something on fire is that, if the object in question is a piece of clothing that is currently being worn by someone, that someone is very likely to also get swallowed by the flames.

Mr. Duty looks surprised, but not especially concerned.]

[but suddenly, right as he's about to get completely engulfed by the fire, his expression changes.

Kim Dokja can probably sense it, too. the familiar way in which the air around them shifts and crackles. what ends up enveloping the Deuteragonist is not flames, but a sudden outburst of plausibility.

and unless his tail and other appendages are still latched onto him, it's going to send him flying.]

[his tail was still latched to him but it's ok we can add dislocated tail to the injuries, and he never got that far from the wall anyway.

But that was enough to knock him dizzy, he groans, blinking slowly]

What...

[as the smoke from the storm starts to clear it becomes clear that the fluffy dokkaebi coat is no more. instead, there's a familiar black coat.

the man wearing it coughs, looking disoriented.]

[what]

...Yu Jung...

[ He trais off, forgetting for a moment about his broken wrists]

[his head snaps up, even more confused. also the eye patch is gone]

—Kim Dokja.

[and then he bends forward again, wheezing and shuddering]

What the...

[but guess what time it also is. It's time for Booker Storm to return.

There is no burst of probability, just Dokja looking even more lost for a second]

Ow?? What the hell, you two??

[lol, lmao even.

Junghyeok is at least no longer bleeding, but he is staring very hard at goth scalie Kim Dokja]

What the hell happened to you?

[Goth Scale Kim Dokja is searching his memories as quickly as he can, squinting in pain ]

You broke my wrists? Both of them?

[????????]

What are you talking about?

[looks around]

Where...?

Did you ... [Oh God, my that hurts too. Whines a bit in his throat]

Did you... Lose your memories suddenly? Your clothes changed... And your eye too..