Patiently, he waits, wide-eyed with anticipation for Wei Wuxian's answer, even though a tiny, disbelieving part of him already knew what he was going to say.
And it's that the train doesn't choose. Sizhui's lips purse, he downturns then takes a long, deep breath he holds for a few seconds and exhales in a rough sigh afterward. Something inside him desperately prayed it'd be as easy as that but of course, it never truly is so simple, is it? Instead of interrupting, his gaze simply lifts again, he tips his head sideways and listens with intent to his father's explanation.
He nods understandingly, silent acceptance despite his wishing otherwise; it does no good to linger on things that cannot be changed and, whether he likes it or not, what Wei Wuxian's saying is true. It just isn't the same.
The clarification he launches into following it, that's what makes Lan Sizhui straighten up more proper-like, his loose arm raising so he can reach and rub across his face with the sleeve, silently giving himself a mental scolding for improperness while also reminding himself he can be a little unacceptable right now; emotions are running wild and having it told that they're part of a problem they don't quite understand yet brings a whole new slew of other feelings he'll do his best to not ignore outright. “So, do you think what we're doing, participating in all these missions, fighting hoards of monsters, allowing even our memories to be toyed with... is it helping?” At least that'd be something to put stock in, right? He's not sure how much, but gosh though, it'd sure suck if all this was worth absolutely nothing in the end.
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And it's that the train doesn't choose. Sizhui's lips purse, he downturns then takes a long, deep breath he holds for a few seconds and exhales in a rough sigh afterward. Something inside him desperately prayed it'd be as easy as that but of course, it never truly is so simple, is it? Instead of interrupting, his gaze simply lifts again, he tips his head sideways and listens with intent to his father's explanation.
He nods understandingly, silent acceptance despite his wishing otherwise; it does no good to linger on things that cannot be changed and, whether he likes it or not, what Wei Wuxian's saying is true. It just isn't the same.
The clarification he launches into following it, that's what makes Lan Sizhui straighten up more proper-like, his loose arm raising so he can reach and rub across his face with the sleeve, silently giving himself a mental scolding for improperness while also reminding himself he can be a little unacceptable right now; emotions are running wild and having it told that they're part of a problem they don't quite understand yet brings a whole new slew of other feelings he'll do his best to not ignore outright. “So, do you think what we're doing, participating in all these missions, fighting hoards of monsters, allowing even our memories to be toyed with... is it helping?” At least that'd be something to put stock in, right? He's not sure how much, but gosh though, it'd sure suck if all this was worth absolutely nothing in the end.