( he only smiles, inclining his head for the acknowledgement. he doesn't doubt this ghost, strong as he feels, has reason to believe as he does. yet this world isn't any of theirs, and that seems to create a soft scale on every belly, the dragon scale none of them might have expected to have. he still has hope, cautious, this ghost is right.
a soft sound, laughter, not meant to carry. )
When I had forgotten here, music never left. I am employed as minstrel. What was forgotten was why I was so familiar to, called to respond to, death and life.
( he doesn't mind saying things which are obvious, even when he is nothing as far as reading a threat: no golden core to hold energies beyond his own, just a body better than average, circulating energies with a cultivator's skilled awareness. he hasn't called on death in energies or bodies, has nothing of it here to try unless he's lost all sense and reason and would call to the one he speaks with now, and he would not short of distracting him from a more powerful sway. break the song, such as it was.
no, he sighs for exactly the reason put forward in the question asked. though he is embarrassed, on some level, a touch of heat coiling in his chest, because a dead man is far more capable of speaking directly of love than a man who would have died, if improbable circumstances hadn't thwarted his broken, grieving effort.
so it goes. )
More than I bear affection for myself. I won't leave any of them to mourn.
( and it is why, each call he makes, calculates his survival. lan zhan will break if he's made to mourn again. sizhui will have to contemplate a personal loss when he's had two years to settle with the hidden ones of his past. jiang cheng will fracture into pieces losing his brother again, truly. wen qing will find and haunt him true, even if her spirit shatters here, as he was informed it must be back home, with her and wen ning's supposed ashes fed to the winds.
he won't lose any of them by anything he can manage. he won't let himself be lost. )
Yet even if I lost each of them, I wouldn't be quick to seek out death, so no. It'll be a more calculated attempt to understand the weaving of this curse, of the magics attached after it began.
( he guesses. curiosity stifled by responsibility, as often needs happen in this shifting landscape they navigate. )
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a soft sound, laughter, not meant to carry. )
When I had forgotten here, music never left. I am employed as minstrel. What was forgotten was why I was so familiar to, called to respond to, death and life.
( he doesn't mind saying things which are obvious, even when he is nothing as far as reading a threat: no golden core to hold energies beyond his own, just a body better than average, circulating energies with a cultivator's skilled awareness. he hasn't called on death in energies or bodies, has nothing of it here to try unless he's lost all sense and reason and would call to the one he speaks with now, and he would not short of distracting him from a more powerful sway. break the song, such as it was.
no, he sighs for exactly the reason put forward in the question asked. though he is embarrassed, on some level, a touch of heat coiling in his chest, because a dead man is far more capable of speaking directly of love than a man who would have died, if improbable circumstances hadn't thwarted his broken, grieving effort.
so it goes. )
More than I bear affection for myself. I won't leave any of them to mourn.
( and it is why, each call he makes, calculates his survival. lan zhan will break if he's made to mourn again. sizhui will have to contemplate a personal loss when he's had two years to settle with the hidden ones of his past. jiang cheng will fracture into pieces losing his brother again, truly. wen qing will find and haunt him true, even if her spirit shatters here, as he was informed it must be back home, with her and wen ning's supposed ashes fed to the winds.
he won't lose any of them by anything he can manage. he won't let himself be lost. )
Yet even if I lost each of them, I wouldn't be quick to seek out death, so no. It'll be a more calculated attempt to understand the weaving of this curse, of the magics attached after it began.
( he guesses. curiosity stifled by responsibility, as often needs happen in this shifting landscape they navigate. )