[ Of this man, he knows a name, a face, an inclination. A... godhood, or state thereof, the abbreviated sketch of a person. No substance, no common ground. No shared experiences past survival and slaughter — and what binds men better? War, he has learned, inspires strategists and poets, forces bonds.
...and how well do these keep in times of peace? He knows the expectation, dwelling in him as if his body remains the bones of a haunted house. Shakes his head and simply plays to those forms, able, if not intrinsically willing. ]
You do not.
[ And is that not all that matters between them? That one should have the enthusiasm, the impetus of both? Wei Ying has brokered all his life's relations through the sheer force of his good will. ]
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...and how well do these keep in times of peace? He knows the expectation, dwelling in him as if his body remains the bones of a haunted house. Shakes his head and simply plays to those forms, able, if not intrinsically willing. ]
You do not.
[ And is that not all that matters between them? That one should have the enthusiasm, the impetus of both? Wei Ying has brokered all his life's relations through the sheer force of his good will. ]