( A smile, rueful, set, and his hand moves, sketching her wholeness, lifting away to catch at Lan Zhan, whatever meets questing fingers and craven palms. Here is a man who has studied under the necessity of circumstance, whose grandmaster does not exist, could not, for all that the concepts of demonic cultivation were not born new, that he had not laboured to that birthing as a first child, but as one who was finding a knife's edge pathway forward through the dark.
So much narrower than a simple one log bridge, to make it seem spacious, a luxury. To pursuing what must, what one cannot, because one will. If it were only for his sake, his hubris, that would have been his own undoing.
Once, he'd had obligations and duties and justices to deliver. Once, he'd died in their low tide. Here, the waters swirl around their ankles, eddy over the floor boards in their creaking protests, susurrations of her stilled, combined complaints filling the spaces between them. )
We must do what we cannot.
( For its justice. For this woman, this combined spirit, and for all the others, the many weddings of the night prior that Wei Wuxian had not gone near, could not be near, would drown in the wines of terror overflowing his cup.
It is right to try. It is justice for a wrong done to make the attempt. Hundreds of precepts, of you cannot, and here, a deeper philosophy, to be obligated to do what one cannot. For what is not a personal gain, for what is better beyond themselves, for each set of bones and each tied, cursed tapestry of person and fox, they try.
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So much narrower than a simple one log bridge, to make it seem spacious, a luxury. To pursuing what must, what one cannot, because one will. If it were only for his sake, his hubris, that would have been his own undoing.
Once, he'd had obligations and duties and justices to deliver. Once, he'd died in their low tide. Here, the waters swirl around their ankles, eddy over the floor boards in their creaking protests, susurrations of her stilled, combined complaints filling the spaces between them. )
We must do what we cannot.
( For its justice. For this woman, this combined spirit, and for all the others, the many weddings of the night prior that Wei Wuxian had not gone near, could not be near, would drown in the wines of terror overflowing his cup.
It is right to try. It is justice for a wrong done to make the attempt. Hundreds of precepts, of you cannot, and here, a deeper philosophy, to be obligated to do what one cannot. For what is not a personal gain, for what is better beyond themselves, for each set of bones and each tied, cursed tapestry of person and fox, they try.
They may fail, but they must try. )
Do you understand?