[ In all things, his hand hovered above the guqin strings, ever short of tainting touch. He hesitates. ] It will awe you, what the mind forgets for preservation.
[ Wars, losses, disaster in the realm of the personal, the absolute. Wei Ying, dangling off cliff-side, hands broken, red at his mouth and the pour trickle-soft.
This is truth, unholy: a body survives, where thoughts disperse and wander. The vessel of Lily Evans need not concede the battle first. Need not even know it headed to war. ]
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[ Wars, losses, disaster in the realm of the personal, the absolute. Wei Ying, dangling off cliff-side, hands broken, red at his mouth and the pour trickle-soft.
This is truth, unholy: a body survives, where thoughts disperse and wander. The vessel of Lily Evans need not concede the battle first. Need not even know it headed to war. ]