( He stills, resists the tug, pulls himself free from Lan Wangji's grip. But he doesn't turn back again, instead keeps his gaze trained on the narrow hallway, fingers moving fluttering over his own robes to straighten the folds out. )
Forgiveness, tch. ( He is a man full to the brim of vengeance, he does not know the meaning. There are still people on his list, even now, and in his mind the graves are already dug. The one behind him did not have a resting place, Wen Kexing made sure of that. His bones became decoration, his guts a feast for the vermin of the valley. He is dead, and long gone, and Wen Kexing is not a child. ) I won't forgive him.
( He is of the Valley Master's making, he never taught him how. )
But you're right, he is indifferent. ( Even and careful, his voice suddenly devoid of the madness and the rage and the panic. ) And I will not be caged.
( He takes a step, and then another, and a third, and the light dims white and then a steady green. )
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Forgiveness, tch. ( He is a man full to the brim of vengeance, he does not know the meaning. There are still people on his list, even now, and in his mind the graves are already dug. The one behind him did not have a resting place, Wen Kexing made sure of that. His bones became decoration, his guts a feast for the vermin of the valley. He is dead, and long gone, and Wen Kexing is not a child. ) I won't forgive him.
( He is of the Valley Master's making, he never taught him how. )
But you're right, he is indifferent. ( Even and careful, his voice suddenly devoid of the madness and the rage and the panic. ) And I will not be caged.
( He takes a step, and then another, and a third, and the light dims white and then a steady green. )