[ Wen Kexing pauses, unsure if he feels relieved or disappointed that they didn't bring even the echoes of their people with them. On one hand, he knows how painful looking back at those old memories are, especially when they can't get to them. On the other, he doesn't want to forget. They were building something good, something better than before, and he can't help but think that without that reminder, a piece of what they managed to achieve is being lost.
Zishu's sect with all their adopted followers. The Valley that he failed, but that still holds bits of him. Specks of a shattered mirror that he used to trample without any consideration, but now is starting to miss. Always out of step, Wen Kexing. ]
Mhm. Let's go home.
[ Of the two of them, he knows Zhou Zishu carries a greater weight on the mountain. At least his feelings about Qingya were decided from the start. He never had an obligation to like it, never belonged to it in any meaningful way. Betrayal among ghosts was always assumed, so he doesn't owe them any personal respect. If he can do one thing here, it is to protect Zhou Zishu. He lets himself be pulled like a boy being led, stepping cautiously behind like he's forgotten the way. ]
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Zishu's sect with all their adopted followers. The Valley that he failed, but that still holds bits of him. Specks of a shattered mirror that he used to trample without any consideration, but now is starting to miss. Always out of step, Wen Kexing. ]
Mhm. Let's go home.
[ Of the two of them, he knows Zhou Zishu carries a greater weight on the mountain. At least his feelings about Qingya were decided from the start. He never had an obligation to like it, never belonged to it in any meaningful way. Betrayal among ghosts was always assumed, so he doesn't owe them any personal respect. If he can do one thing here, it is to protect Zhou Zishu. He lets himself be pulled like a boy being led, stepping cautiously behind like he's forgotten the way. ]
Don't rush or you'll trip.