( There are slivers and shrapnel of kindness in a heart so quick to spy excuses of mercy, where Lan Wangji'd hindsight only identifies negligence. They were indifferent to Anurr then, quick to assume his insignificance. A deadened, scantly supported creature, his recourses barren — no better than crumbling, husked bark.
But his roots grew strong, while they turned their heads and bared their throats and fought his enemies on Anurr's behalf, unknowing. And then, the death lord suffocated them. )
We know nothing then. ( A pause, then reedy and cold like shaved ice: ) We know little now.
( And yet they lead and entangle themselves in the petty, ill-stoked conflicts of a people they intend to abandon without stewarding them towards peace, once the coup they have assisted is done. They are cruel in this, shallow, irresponsible. Children, playing at godhood. )
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But his roots grew strong, while they turned their heads and bared their throats and fought his enemies on Anurr's behalf, unknowing. And then, the death lord suffocated them. )
We know nothing then. ( A pause, then reedy and cold like shaved ice: ) We know little now.
( And yet they lead and entangle themselves in the petty, ill-stoked conflicts of a people they intend to abandon without stewarding them towards peace, once the coup they have assisted is done. They are cruel in this, shallow, irresponsible. Children, playing at godhood. )
Perhaps today's war is not ours to carry out.