[‘don't.’ don't? he doesn't quite understand, but once she explains further, sizhui's own throat begins to tighten further as well. swallowing proves more difficult than he'd like, so rather than try fighting it, he lets his own emotions get the better of him, too. lets the tears flow freely while he hugs wen qing, listens to her words.] I'm— [she just said not to do that...] Okay, [he sighs instead.] I— I won't. [even if he feels like he should.
because how is it fair that he was allowed to live and she, along with pretty much the rest of the clan was executed for simply wanting to live their lives?
he lets himself be brought closer, resting his full weight against her, despite feeling somewhat bad he's getting her shirt all wet. maybe he is grown and stronger than her now, but thankfully, their heights really aren't all that much different.]
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because how is it fair that he was allowed to live and she, along with pretty much the rest of the clan was executed for simply wanting to live their lives?
he lets himself be brought closer, resting his full weight against her, despite feeling somewhat bad he's getting her shirt all wet. maybe he is grown and stronger than her now, but thankfully, their heights really aren't all that much different.]