( Here, now, appears to be the exception — one that preys on Wangji's own uncertainties, his private doubts that perhaps this land is an otherworld, and he has over the span of two years only deepened the hold of hell upon his heart.
He feels less than himself, clumsy and all sharp angles, juvenile near the perfect picture of poise and posture that his elder brother represents. The lesser man, the spare, a silhouette. A shadow.
As he should be. )
We... hail of Cloud Recesses. ( But he says it dubiously, as if it is information that wants the authority of a better, more certain man to verify. He thinks, he is nearly confident —
no subject
( Here, now, appears to be the exception — one that preys on Wangji's own uncertainties, his private doubts that perhaps this land is an otherworld, and he has over the span of two years only deepened the hold of hell upon his heart.
He feels less than himself, clumsy and all sharp angles, juvenile near the perfect picture of poise and posture that his elder brother represents. The lesser man, the spare, a silhouette. A shadow.
As he should be. )
We... hail of Cloud Recesses. ( But he says it dubiously, as if it is information that wants the authority of a better, more certain man to verify. He thinks, he is nearly confident —
But he cannot say. ) With Uncle.