( Not his fault, his blood stain to bear. Nothing he knew to fend from. They are alone, neglected, night-shrouded. He feels, for the first time, and he a son of Gusu Lan, a chill cradle and encircle him.
How young is he, to be held so? A man so slight, doubtlessly prone in seclusion to inedia, yet his brother's strength spreads unwavering. Tightens. He clutches once, fingers coming to fist to crush the silks gathered at brother's bank, on his flank. )
You wake to carnage, from confinement. I pity you.
( Like a hunting hound, is Zewu-Jun, stirred from respite to madness. )
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( Not his fault, his blood stain to bear. Nothing he knew to fend from. They are alone, neglected, night-shrouded. He feels, for the first time, and he a son of Gusu Lan, a chill cradle and encircle him.
How young is he, to be held so? A man so slight, doubtlessly prone in seclusion to inedia, yet his brother's strength spreads unwavering. Tightens. He clutches once, fingers coming to fist to crush the silks gathered at brother's bank, on his flank. )
You wake to carnage, from confinement. I pity you.
( Like a hunting hound, is Zewu-Jun, stirred from respite to madness. )