Hahahaha, always with the lectures, cousin crown prince! [he's like. half sneering and half cackling.] The you of right now is even less than the you of eight hundred years from now. If I insult one, I insult the other!
[ why the fuck should i be humble? repeats, in xie lian's head. his tight grip on qi rong's sleeve stays, for a moment longer. ]
Nothing. [ he says, finally. it's laced with a xie lian brand of determination, even if it's quiet. ] It isn't worth it.
[ because it's just not. no matter how fiery he is still, no matter how irritatingly, unendingly frustrating, xie lian is better than this. he's not going to stoop to qi rong's level. the serenity and calm returns, as he releases his sleeve. ] After all, how could I hope to stand up to someone who is almost as strong as the White No Face.
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What the fuck are you going to do about it?
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Nothing. [ he says, finally. it's laced with a xie lian brand of determination, even if it's quiet. ] It isn't worth it.
[ because it's just not. no matter how fiery he is still, no matter how irritatingly, unendingly frustrating, xie lian is better than this. he's not going to stoop to qi rong's level. the serenity and calm returns, as he releases his sleeve. ] After all, how could I hope to stand up to someone who is almost as strong as the White No Face.
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okay maybe he's a little petty still. ]
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That's right! You could never hope for that! Not in eight hundred years!!
[and he's OUT]