The clan and husband you insult by setting hand upon me.
( Sir. You offend the dignity of a sect, a marriage and Lan Wangji's perpetual allergy towards physical contact in but one stroke. He shrivels, recoils and flinches like a cat, mouth soured and gaze avoidant.
And yet he carries on, still in step with this fool of a boy, no better than Sizhui's age, reliant upon the slivers of kindness he has seldom been shown, to hear him speak of his past and its examples. He thinks nothing of ethics, of principles, of the righteous path. Less of those who pursue it.
It is not entrenched villainy or rot that compel, but the absence of an example. So be it. Tidally, Lan Wangji waves him on. )
no subject
The clan and husband you insult by setting hand upon me.
( Sir. You offend the dignity of a sect, a marriage and Lan Wangji's perpetual allergy towards physical contact in but one stroke. He shrivels, recoils and flinches like a cat, mouth soured and gaze avoidant.
And yet he carries on, still in step with this fool of a boy, no better than Sizhui's age, reliant upon the slivers of kindness he has seldom been shown, to hear him speak of his past and its examples. He thinks nothing of ethics, of principles, of the righteous path. Less of those who pursue it.
It is not entrenched villainy or rot that compel, but the absence of an example. So be it. Tidally, Lan Wangji waves him on. )
Not all ends justify the means.