( Trampled his fate and his dignity and reduced him to his skins and his fats and the trickles of his flesh, to gore red and darkening, already flaking. To stain, absent memory, or the chance for burial once more. No peace can find a man twice divorced through violence of his body. The spirit can survive only so much brutality, so much sundering.
And the boy, his whispered excuses. How he looks at Wangji as if he were no better than a dog, fangs revealed, regretting nothing. The weaker perished. And, I but obeyed my nature.
There is a sickness in Lan Wangji that boils and bubbles, bile accruing. Kaneki is — stable now, for whatever value the word yet contrives in small hypocrisies of diplomacy. It suits them both to call his state — balanced. Reliable. Controlled. For how else can they negotiate cooperation thereafter?
When Lan Wangji releases the talisman, it is as if thread is severed after hours spent taut: the entirety of the barrier structure collapses, Kaneki free to roam. Slow-breathing, temples rocked by a viper-fast pulse, Lan Wangji remains on his end of the boat. They can coordinate for the remainder of their travel without fraternising. )
I release you. ( A point callous, like blade's tip, like cuts and stabs. ) I do not forgive you.
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( Trampled his fate and his dignity and reduced him to his skins and his fats and the trickles of his flesh, to gore red and darkening, already flaking. To stain, absent memory, or the chance for burial once more. No peace can find a man twice divorced through violence of his body. The spirit can survive only so much brutality, so much sundering.
And the boy, his whispered excuses. How he looks at Wangji as if he were no better than a dog, fangs revealed, regretting nothing. The weaker perished. And, I but obeyed my nature.
There is a sickness in Lan Wangji that boils and bubbles, bile accruing. Kaneki is — stable now, for whatever value the word yet contrives in small hypocrisies of diplomacy. It suits them both to call his state — balanced. Reliable. Controlled. For how else can they negotiate cooperation thereafter?
When Lan Wangji releases the talisman, it is as if thread is severed after hours spent taut: the entirety of the barrier structure collapses, Kaneki free to roam. Slow-breathing, temples rocked by a viper-fast pulse, Lan Wangji remains on his end of the boat. They can coordinate for the remainder of their travel without fraternising. )
I release you. ( A point callous, like blade's tip, like cuts and stabs. ) I do not forgive you.