[ He doesn't mean to offer offense, but at the words 'blades host spirits', Lockwood draws back a step. His conscious mind repeats, over and over, that the blade and it's wielder had just saved him from a very difficult situation. His subconscious, at the lizard brain level, screams danger.
It also doesn't help that he hears censor, as well as dismissal in Lan Wangji's tone. Perhaps there is none on offer. Perhaps it is Lockwood's own uneasy conscience that is offering the censor; the little voice that sounds like Lucy, George or Flo. Regardless, the happy, go lucky young man façade that Lockwood usually projects is replaced by someone more cold, reserved and walled away. ]
You were meant to go back to the shore. [ He speaks softly, in a voice that is posh but otherwise flat and emotionless. While still a child, and perhaps erroneously in this instance, Lockwood's tone is one of a man who is used to responsibility AND the authority that comes with responsibility. ]
That is how it would go in my world. I protect those in my care. [ 'It's my name on the door' ] Usually because they are children, younger than myself surrounded by adults who throw us out, night after night to fight ... that. [ He motions towards the dead without looking at them. ]
Perhaps my choice was impulsive. A lot of my choices usually are, but that comes from not having a lot of other options.
[ His piece said, and he'll wrestle with himself at a later date about why he felt the need to explain himself to this man, Lockwood turns to accept his dismissal. Whether or not it is to actually 'hit the showers'? Eh ... probably he's just going to go find more trouble to get into. ]
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It also doesn't help that he hears censor, as well as dismissal in Lan Wangji's tone. Perhaps there is none on offer. Perhaps it is Lockwood's own uneasy conscience that is offering the censor; the little voice that sounds like Lucy, George or Flo. Regardless, the happy, go lucky young man façade that Lockwood usually projects is replaced by someone more cold, reserved and walled away. ]
You were meant to go back to the shore. [ He speaks softly, in a voice that is posh but otherwise flat and emotionless. While still a child, and perhaps erroneously in this instance, Lockwood's tone is one of a man who is used to responsibility AND the authority that comes with responsibility. ]
That is how it would go in my world. I protect those in my care. [ 'It's my name on the door' ] Usually because they are children, younger than myself surrounded by adults who throw us out, night after night to fight ... that. [ He motions towards the dead without looking at them. ]
Perhaps my choice was impulsive. A lot of my choices usually are, but that comes from not having a lot of other options.
[ His piece said, and he'll wrestle with himself at a later date about why he felt the need to explain himself to this man, Lockwood turns to accept his dismissal. Whether or not it is to actually 'hit the showers'? Eh ... probably he's just going to go find more trouble to get into. ]