he's reminded of something yoo joonghyuk said to him, weeks and weeks ago - something that meant an unbelievable amount to xie lian. words that he's still holding onto, even now, that he may hold onto for the rest of his immortal life. ]
...Even if you do. [ he starts, softly, ] ...It's worth it, every time, isn't it? To know you did everything you could.
[ People call doing something repeatedly despite the results insanity, don't they? Wouldn't he be considered insane? And yet his mind feels so clear despite the tinges of sorrow that linger in his heart. ]
It is... Even if this Kim Dokja doesn't know my ■■, saving or protecting him once would be worth it.
beyond that, though, xie lian smiles a little, his expression soft. it's still honesty week; might as well talk about it. even if he doesn't really Get It, so to speak, xie lian knows what love looks like. his mother and father had it; there are thousands of people in his realm that do. ]
...You really love him very much, Mr. Joonghyuk. It is nice, to see.
It can be explained in the sense that Joonghyuk seemed to have said a word, but it cannot be heard. Despite that, this pause, this short silence, holds so much weight and importance. ■■ can only be sensed and it's sensed through the soul.
What comes from him slips out smoothly, without any resistance. ]
I do.
[ But it isn't said or illustrated to be of any specific nature. It is love and that is what matters, in the end. ]
... and he gets that, too. for xie lian, it's not about prodding at the idea that joonghyuk could have a romantic sort of feeling, because he doesn't really care about that. his whole silly metaphor about mantou had been about a different kind of love entirely. about belief. about devotion. but still love, all the same.
so he smiles, and nods his head, eyes closing in a sort of peace. though... ]
...May I ask what you meant by that? What he doesn't know.
[ It is still Love and Joonghyuk makes extreme assumptions. He keeps looking ahead. ]
... Every being in our universe has a ■■. It is their ending, the conclusion crafted by their story that paves a path forward.
[ So the reason why it reads and sounds like an empty space is because it is. It's meant to be filled, to be molded and shaped by one's very actions. It dictates the destiny and fate one sets for themselves, though it isn't always an ending one wants. No ending is the same as the other... And so forth it's blank.
But to know one's ■■ means to know themselves, their past, and their future. ]
Someone's ■■ can be anything between "salvation" to "depletion." For some, it's another person.
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I think that is the right tiger, anyway: ]
Xie Lian.
[ Niah is a jaguar, just lounging and looking at nothing in particular. ]
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the familiar voice makes him sigh, but it's not unhappy - just tired. ] After all of that, how are you feeling?
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Weary.
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his mouth curls up a little, in a small, rueful smile. ]
Me too. I don't think there's much else to describe it.
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... There isn't much to say, in the end.
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Mm. [ ... ] Aside from that we will retrieve them - he won't be gone long.
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[ Days, weeks, years to the thousands. ]
Sometimes I wonder if I will keep failing.
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he's reminded of something yoo joonghyuk said to him, weeks and weeks ago - something that meant an unbelievable amount to xie lian. words that he's still holding onto, even now, that he may hold onto for the rest of his immortal life. ]
...Even if you do. [ he starts, softly, ] ...It's worth it, every time, isn't it? To know you did everything you could.
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It is... Even if this Kim Dokja doesn't know my ■■, saving or protecting him once would be worth it.
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beyond that, though, xie lian smiles a little, his expression soft. it's still honesty week; might as well talk about it. even if he doesn't really Get It, so to speak, xie lian knows what love looks like. his mother and father had it; there are thousands of people in his realm that do. ]
...You really love him very much, Mr. Joonghyuk. It is nice, to see.
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It can be explained in the sense that Joonghyuk seemed to have said a word, but it cannot be heard. Despite that, this pause, this short silence, holds so much weight and importance. ■■ can only be sensed and it's sensed through the soul.
What comes from him slips out smoothly, without any resistance. ]
I do.
[ But it isn't said or illustrated to be of any specific nature. It is love and that is what matters, in the end. ]
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... and he gets that, too. for xie lian, it's not about prodding at the idea that joonghyuk could have a romantic sort of feeling, because he doesn't really care about that. his whole silly metaphor about mantou had been about a different kind of love entirely. about belief. about devotion. but still love, all the same.
so he smiles, and nods his head, eyes closing in a sort of peace. though... ]
...May I ask what you meant by that? What he doesn't know.
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... Every being in our universe has a ■■. It is their ending, the conclusion crafted by their story that paves a path forward.
[ So the reason why it reads and sounds like an empty space is because it is. It's meant to be filled, to be molded and shaped by one's very actions. It dictates the destiny and fate one sets for themselves, though it isn't always an ending one wants. No ending is the same as the other... And so forth it's blank.
But to know one's ■■ means to know themselves, their past, and their future. ]
Someone's ■■ can be anything between "salvation" to "depletion." For some, it's another person.