Zewu-jun suffers enough in the reflection of his mistakes. Would you enjoy the kindness of the truth of his own ineptitude, hand in hand with the rest of the righteous cultivation world?
His heart is large. His trust, likewise. That I was not the one to betray him, or you as you'd perhaps imagined, doesn't make the hurt less for the one who did. Your uncle is wiser in how he parcels out his heart, the lions share to you and your brother. He holds the world in greater suspicion. He is, in many ways, the wisest of us all, and the most willingly blind in others.
( having worked on a few talismans he wants to test next chance he has, he reads this. rubs his face. )
I'm not always going to have pleasant things to say. Not even out of spite.
Lan Zhan... I care for your brother. He's a good man, as much as he can be. He always strives toward broader considerations. He was made to see his blindnesses in a soul fracturing way. I understand. I've been there.
I don't speak to disparage him. I acknowledge, and accept. Can you understand that?
( long, his answer in coming. he takes part challenge, part appeasement, has little preparation, plenty of charming words. until he does, finally, answer with the vision of himself, instead of the words of his authorship alone. lips red, crimson, lurid compared to his complexion, which has more colour to it now than it had in serthica. that will change again, soon enough.
for now he smiles, and it's a small, genuine thing, undercut by the nervous lathe of his tongue over his lower lip. these are not the simple, quiet brooks he leapt across as a young man. these rivers run deep, these waters run long, and their boat is only as steady as their hearts and minds are, harmonising. )
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His heart is large. His trust, likewise. That I was not the one to betray him, or you as you'd perhaps imagined, doesn't make the hurt less for the one who did. Your uncle is wiser in how he parcels out his heart, the lions share to you and your brother. He holds the world in greater suspicion. He is, in many ways, the wisest of us all, and the most willingly blind in others.
Is that bad? Or is it human?
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Take sword.
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No.
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Just recall all you've said of mine.
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You speak too freely.
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You can always divorce me, you know. You'd have to do it six times for it to stick, but it's possible.
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Positioning me between two equal loyalties, to enjoy when my step fall towards you.
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But I don't ask, or demand, division.
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( ... aaaand then he was done, off on a task of his own making, as so many were. )
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I cannot fit dishonesty.
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I'm not always going to have pleasant things to say. Not even out of spite.
Lan Zhan... I care for your brother. He's a good man, as much as he can be. He always strives toward broader considerations. He was made to see his blindnesses in a soul fracturing way. I understand. I've been there.
I don't speak to disparage him. I acknowledge, and accept. Can you understand that?
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And he is silent for the better part of a half-shi. Grief borrowed. )
Paint your mouth red.
( Peace. )
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for now he smiles, and it's a small, genuine thing, undercut by the nervous lathe of his tongue over his lower lip. these are not the simple, quiet brooks he leapt across as a young man. these rivers run deep, these waters run long, and their boat is only as steady as their hearts and minds are, harmonising. )
Do you want lamp light to cherish the fading red, Lan Zhan?
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Wet the fingertips burned on that flame.
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Consumed and consuming, reborn anew from ash.
( as he has been. as both their homes have been. )
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