[ nothing says happy friday like a death announcement!!
i mean, xie lian is in the courtyard currently, looking fairly agitated - it appears he's looking through his notes from earlier in the day. spotting rika, though, he stops what he's doing, and the agitation smooths off of his face into something a little softer. ]
Hello, Miss Rika. I'm glad to see that you're alright...
[ he glances down at her, hands tucked in his sleeves. san lang is a ferret, again, a little bristly, wrapped around xie lian's neck as he has been often in the past few days. ]
It is, for many reasons. I pray that Marius will be able to rest easily - though I have many questions about what could have happened. If it was a spectre, or who only knows what.
[ he's patient through the hesitation, and then tilts his head. it's an interesting reaction, but... kids are kids, so, xie lian's not really all that surprised by it. he makes a little noise of understanding. ]
That is true. Those of us who are young may end up having to protect those who aren't. Be brave, for those who may still be scared.
[ ... ] It is a very strange situation we've found ourselves in, isn't it?
[ at this time, san lang comes over and sits near rika - not close enough to touch, but sticking his qilin nose up towards the butterfly.
xie lian himself quiets, too, mouth drawn into a tighter frown. ]
... That, I don't know. If it is a sleep spell, there will be a way to break it. We would just have to find out what that is.
[ his heart squeezes a little for rika with the second part, and he looks away again. ] ... It is a terrible thing, to have to see. For you, for everyone here. I am sorry that you have had to experience it as well, Miss Rika.
[ rika has mostly just approached xie lian without hesitation, since they all arrived here. but this time she's not as quick to come bug him...
still, sometime after he's been tended to by everyone else, she sidles over to him after all. then even when she's here, it takes her a moment to say anything. ]
[ oh, rika... xie lian's in the hotel lobby today, wearing bandages around his chest - he does seem to be okay, holding a cup of tea in his hands, and he gives rika a slight smile. ]
I think I am alright. [ is he. ] Thank you - that's very kind of you to offer, Miss Rika.
[ a pause. the slight hesitation doesn't go unnoticed - he's observant, so. ] ...Are you alright, yourself?
[ xie lian falls quiet, for a moment, and looks down at the teacup in his hands. ]
... I don't like to kill anyone, good or bad. That isn't to say that I have not done so before - I have fought in wars, where I was required to. Even still, a life is a very precious thing - even someone as rotten as Qi Rong's. I would have preferred to simply put him in a prison cell. [ he. sighs. san lang, currently a ferret and almost invisible under xie lian's hair, makes a soft chittering noise. ] ...but even so, had that been all that happened, I am not sure he would have learned a lesson, and he may have taken another life the moment he was able to break free.
It is all rather complicated, I think, Miss Rika. [ this feels like an inappropriate conversation to have with an eleven year old but here we are. ]
It's true. [ all he can do is what he can do. it's not a lesson xie lian has ever been good at learning, but that's alright. ] Still, in this case, it was something like staunching the bleeding. He surely would have lashed out again. And, besides... there's a likely chance that he isn't even truly dead. The only way to kill a ghost in my realm is to destroy its ashes - not its Dust.
[ so, there's that.
there's a moment where he - huffs, a little? and there's a smile on his face, as he does, though. ] ...You sound a bit like my guoshi, Miss Rika. He'd say something very similar.
Then maybe next time he comes back, he'll learn his lesson.
[ maybe. it's hard to settle on a faith in fighting, however long it takes - and feeling as if some things are unchanging, no matter how many times they repeat. ]
[ he acknowledges the lesson learning with a soft nod, but focuses on the second part, instead. ]
My teacher and advisor. [ nostalgia flickers across xie lian's face. ] A very wise man indeed, who often gave good advice. Advice I was not always so good at heeding, but wise advice, nonetheless.
[ this is a joke. (kind of.) he laughs, gentle. ] But that's alright - perhaps I was simply just stubborn, too. It's up to us to decide what is or is not good advice on our own, isn't it? Whether we give it or receive it.
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