[ He speaks, as ever, to excess — a man accustomed to being heard and known, perhaps excused. Coddled.
There is a softness in Xie Lian that must hail from cultivation, a high and well-praised birth. Men without means are not so often predisposed to the certainty that their thoughts suit sharing.
And yet there is a comfort in traipsing gently beside him, without haste or purpose. Let him chatter, emptily like the passage of water, like Wei Ying when the taste for sound overfills him. When he cannot bear to coexist with himself, and Lan Wangji — for the first heartbeat since they've crossed paths — finally understands him. Nods, and carries on. ]
One man may stand with justice to set example. [ On a rooftop, howling. ] He cannot save a world that relinquishes itself.
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There is a softness in Xie Lian that must hail from cultivation, a high and well-praised birth. Men without means are not so often predisposed to the certainty that their thoughts suit sharing.
And yet there is a comfort in traipsing gently beside him, without haste or purpose. Let him chatter, emptily like the passage of water, like Wei Ying when the taste for sound overfills him. When he cannot bear to coexist with himself, and Lan Wangji — for the first heartbeat since they've crossed paths — finally understands him. Nods, and carries on. ]
One man may stand with justice to set example. [ On a rooftop, howling. ] He cannot save a world that relinquishes itself.