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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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.