( it's not an excuse but a sympathy. even in their own worlds so many could wish to act and be unable to or would fail to act as it was. here... they don't know enough )
If disaster happens, if you try to help it's more than they would have had.
( He hears her, listens. Would laugh, but he cannot condescend a woman who has surrendered the dregs of her compassion, freely, errantly given. Perhaps she too makes attempt to help.
But the ash in Taravast's sunset skies thickens, minutely ground and pale like mid-winter snow, when the cold beggars it of transparency. All around Lan Wangji, freedom burns, the ruling conclave, the city itself — poetry and metaphor and letter. )
We are not children, to pretend at false gains. ( To whisper to themselves, to ease their own sleep, that attempts have the weight of successes. ) We are not so vain.
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( it's not an excuse but a sympathy. even in their own worlds so many could wish to act and be unable to or would fail to act as it was. here... they don't know enough )
If disaster happens, if you try to help it's more than they would have had.
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But the ash in Taravast's sunset skies thickens, minutely ground and pale like mid-winter snow, when the cold beggars it of transparency. All around Lan Wangji, freedom burns, the ruling conclave, the city itself — poetry and metaphor and letter. )
We are not children, to pretend at false gains. ( To whisper to themselves, to ease their own sleep, that attempts have the weight of successes. ) We are not so vain.