[He pauses for just a moment, because he doesn't like those words. He's never cared for bitterness.
Yet here he is.]
--does that make it not true?
[He shrugs and looks at Xingchen, with his strange eyes that aren't his. Weird, isn't it. Xingchen has never called him by his name any other way than with dislike. Has never looked at him with anything other than dislike either, except maybe when they first met. Before he knew.
And there is no way that Xingchen could have ever actually seen him and not hated him. He still likes every time Xingchen says his name. If he's hated, then he matters.]
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[He pauses for just a moment, because he doesn't like those words. He's never cared for bitterness.
Yet here he is.]
--does that make it not true?
[He shrugs and looks at Xingchen, with his strange eyes that aren't his. Weird, isn't it. Xingchen has never called him by his name any other way than with dislike. Has never looked at him with anything other than dislike either, except maybe when they first met. Before he knew.
And there is no way that Xingchen could have ever actually seen him and not hated him. He still likes every time Xingchen says his name. If he's hated, then he matters.]