( A brute, a blunt knife, a fool. A usurper, used. Something ugly and ragged and turned, festering, into the flesh of others.
Let them leave, but not flee. His step holds soft, drifting, never hastened. If this were Wei Ying, he might contest or quarrel, but this — is not his battle, nor his engagement.
He is a spectator to another man's grief, not the musician who creates its tune. Therefore, he lives, he breathes. He obeys. )
Master Wen. ( No. ) Wen Kexing. ( Better. A certain intimacy has been brokered, where they now share the keys of Wen Kexing's past. ) Stand taller. You cast a longer shadow on the world.
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( A brute, a blunt knife, a fool. A usurper, used. Something ugly and ragged and turned, festering, into the flesh of others.
Let them leave, but not flee. His step holds soft, drifting, never hastened. If this were Wei Ying, he might contest or quarrel, but this — is not his battle, nor his engagement.
He is a spectator to another man's grief, not the musician who creates its tune. Therefore, he lives, he breathes. He obeys. )
Master Wen. ( No. ) Wen Kexing. ( Better. A certain intimacy has been brokered, where they now share the keys of Wen Kexing's past. ) Stand taller. You cast a longer shadow on the world.