[ he says, quietly, at first. there's a conviction to the way he forms the word, to the way his perfectly composed expression doesn't change, to the way the line of tension in his shoulders that had been there since the beginning of both memories hasn't moved an inch. he rolls his shoulders back. ]
... No, it wasn't. [ every time he relives this memory, it leaves fei du feeling strange. feeling satisfied in the same way he's embittered, thinking about home. ] It taught me a lesson he didn't want me to learn.
[ sweet yiguo ]
I know you hate seeing harm come to them. [ considering. ] ... I'm sorry.
no subject
[ he says, quietly, at first. there's a conviction to the way he forms the word, to the way his perfectly composed expression doesn't change, to the way the line of tension in his shoulders that had been there since the beginning of both memories hasn't moved an inch. he rolls his shoulders back. ]
... No, it wasn't. [ every time he relives this memory, it leaves fei du feeling strange. feeling satisfied in the same way he's embittered, thinking about home. ] It taught me a lesson he didn't want me to learn.
[ sweet yiguo ]
I know you hate seeing harm come to them. [ considering. ] ... I'm sorry.