He sips from his tea, lifts his brows and cants his head to the side, studying his brother by law, albeit only in this world for the moment. A path to navigate back home when they arrive once more, but that isn't today's trouble, borrowed or otherwise. Nor is it tonight's joy.
"For the sake of those who love you, don't discount the affections you may gain in the future. Or feel you need to find them anytime soon." He smiles, lopsided, tiredly sincere. "Heavens knows it took me years to feel I deserved anything good, after the lives we've lived."
Not only the life he's lived, but the ones collectively endured by their generation, by the decisions of their parents and elders, by the crafted world delivered to the orphans of the generation below them. War and death and sixteen years of darkness, to find it hadn't ended there, hadn't stopped with him. That the world is never so simple, and justice is never absolute, never fair, always a fight.
Yet not alone. Not without understanding, companionship, compromise. Wei Wuxian takes another sip of tea. Who of them has not been betrayed? Who of them has not been the betrayer? Even unintentionally, they all become both sides of that coin at some time or another.
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He sips from his tea, lifts his brows and cants his head to the side, studying his brother by law, albeit only in this world for the moment. A path to navigate back home when they arrive once more, but that isn't today's trouble, borrowed or otherwise. Nor is it tonight's joy.
"For the sake of those who love you, don't discount the affections you may gain in the future. Or feel you need to find them anytime soon." He smiles, lopsided, tiredly sincere. "Heavens knows it took me years to feel I deserved anything good, after the lives we've lived."
Not only the life he's lived, but the ones collectively endured by their generation, by the decisions of their parents and elders, by the crafted world delivered to the orphans of the generation below them. War and death and sixteen years of darkness, to find it hadn't ended there, hadn't stopped with him. That the world is never so simple, and justice is never absolute, never fair, always a fight.
Yet not alone. Not without understanding, companionship, compromise. Wei Wuxian takes another sip of tea. Who of them has not been betrayed? Who of them has not been the betrayer? Even unintentionally, they all become both sides of that coin at some time or another.