( Snapped, almost. Sharp, like hard metal. Singeing. He stills for a moment, perfectly and completely, the whole of his body answering the calls of his heart's part.
Inevitably, he simmers, recalling to bow his head, tighten the line of his mouth. Here speaks the sect leader, the man who did not pay for his guan with Wei Ying's bones and dust and ashes. His brother was worthy to receive Sizhui. All others, perhaps not so.
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( Snapped, almost. Sharp, like hard metal. Singeing. He stills for a moment, perfectly and completely, the whole of his body answering the calls of his heart's part.
Inevitably, he simmers, recalling to bow his head, tighten the line of his mouth. Here speaks the sect leader, the man who did not pay for his guan with Wei Ying's bones and dust and ashes. His brother was worthy to receive Sizhui. All others, perhaps not so.
He does not speak for long, pained moments. )
Forgive me.