[ The reader listens, listens to the story before him, a part of the story of Xie Lian. The story of a man that feels utterly helpless in this moment. A story he can understand. He remains quiet and glances back over to his friend again. If this was his own story, the story he's so familiar with, he would know how to move on. He would know what comes next. He would know what to do.
This story... what's happening here, he does not know. Everything is new. It's not the kind of new he welcomes, it coils around ever tighter the more he knows of these people- the more he knows their stories. And then with the approaching threat to their very souls. ..What happens if they do not figure things out? It's a question one does not really want to know the answer to.
He listens, and it's that mention that he perks up. ..Ah. So that was it. He had said it before, of course, but. ] Yoo Joonghyuk's group? Or the other's?
[ There was of course the other group. Always two groups. All seeming to be... a memory of sorts. Always a place. Whether this world's or apparently their own. ]
[ no wild prison heists in xie lian's world. maybe? probably? who knows.
he looks down at his fists in his lap; san lang makes a soft noise and butts his head into xie lian's hand. ]
What happened to them all there - from what I have learned, and from the injuries I've seen, it was horrible. I couldn't help but think... if it was me, if I was able to charge in with my cultivation and my sword, I could have protected them all from it.
...That makes sense. The group with Yoo Joonghyuk's did involve an "angel."
[ So, that particular adventure, must have ties to this realm. Jin emits a soft chuff as she peers over at both Xie Lian and San Lang. ]
And you must know that they know you would have done just that. [ He grows quiet. ] Just as they've suffered in these adventures, it also has a way of torturing us in a way as well. With every week, it'll get more difficult to deal with.
[ A soft sound, looking over as he tries to reassure the other man because in the end... Xie Lian was a much better person than Dokja. He deserves to have fewer worries plaguing him.. even if just a little or temporary. ] All we can do is keep fighting and try to find the way to end this once and for all.
[ a quiet noise of agreement. xie lian lets dokja's words just sit between them for a moment, hanging heavy in the air. ]
...en. [ is his eventual response, at first, just an affirmative - but, as he looks at dokja, there's something serious in his gaze. the drive that keeps xie lian moving, failure after failure, a fire in his eyes that refuses to be doused. ] I will always keep fighting. Injustices, cruelties, systems like this - I have seen them destroy the things that I love already. When the worst comes, I will slog my way through along my path, no matter what it takes.
I want to bring this whole thing to the ground, Mr. Dokja. The angels, the conflict - all of it. [ and then, finally, a little more of a smile. ] ...I'm glad that you do, too.
We all must find strength in each other, the best that we can.
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This story... what's happening here, he does not know. Everything is new. It's not the kind of new he welcomes, it coils around ever tighter the more he knows of these people- the more he knows their stories. And then with the approaching threat to their very souls. ..What happens if they do not figure things out? It's a question one does not really want to know the answer to.
He listens, and it's that mention that he perks up. ..Ah. So that was it. He had said it before, of course, but. ] Yoo Joonghyuk's group? Or the other's?
[ There was of course the other group. Always two groups. All seeming to be... a memory of sorts. Always a place. Whether this world's or apparently their own. ]
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...The other.
[ no wild prison heists in xie lian's world. maybe? probably? who knows.
he looks down at his fists in his lap; san lang makes a soft noise and butts his head into xie lian's hand. ]
What happened to them all there - from what I have learned, and from the injuries I've seen, it was horrible. I couldn't help but think... if it was me, if I was able to charge in with my cultivation and my sword, I could have protected them all from it.
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...That makes sense. The group with Yoo Joonghyuk's did involve an "angel."
[ So, that particular adventure, must have ties to this realm. Jin emits a soft chuff as she peers over at both Xie Lian and San Lang. ]
And you must know that they know you would have done just that. [ He grows quiet. ] Just as they've suffered in these adventures, it also has a way of torturing us in a way as well. With every week, it'll get more difficult to deal with.
[ A soft sound, looking over as he tries to reassure the other man because in the end... Xie Lian was a much better person than Dokja. He deserves to have fewer worries plaguing him.. even if just a little or temporary. ] All we can do is keep fighting and try to find the way to end this once and for all.
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[ a quiet noise of agreement. xie lian lets dokja's words just sit between them for a moment, hanging heavy in the air. ]
...en. [ is his eventual response, at first, just an affirmative - but, as he looks at dokja, there's something serious in his gaze. the drive that keeps xie lian moving, failure after failure, a fire in his eyes that refuses to be doused. ] I will always keep fighting. Injustices, cruelties, systems like this - I have seen them destroy the things that I love already. When the worst comes, I will slog my way through along my path, no matter what it takes.
I want to bring this whole thing to the ground, Mr. Dokja. The angels, the conflict - all of it. [ and then, finally, a little more of a smile. ] ...I'm glad that you do, too.
We all must find strength in each other, the best that we can.