Sighing, Wuxian drops to his knees and reaches out his hands to rest on Huaisang's shoulders. A lot of people hate him now. A lot of people fear him now. In the city, he got a second chance, but everybody who had mattered to him is now dead or holds some kind of negative feeling toward him, be it terror or rage. When he saved the Wens, he'd foolishly thought he'd eventually be allowed peace, but that was foolish optimism.
That's why Lan Zhan's feelings mean so much. He alone seems to understand the heart that was behind it all.
But Huaisang still speaks with him. That's more than some. Wuxian will need to absorb the blow and accept things as they are. Huaisang is afraid of him. Probably, he won't always be. Also, even more probable, he's probably not scared of him more than he is scared of him. He'd come to his apartment today.
The same is true for Xue Yang, Wuxian supposes, but he'd come here to explain because he doesn't want that relationship to interfere with their friendship. It's not as if he couldn't have said it wasn't any of his business and shrugged him off. If anything, Huaisang has more power in this city. Even now, while saying he's terrified, he seems more terrified of Wuxian not understanding.
Wuxian doesn't understand. Even now, he doesn't see himself the same way he sees Xue Yang. That said, he isn't going to hate his friend for that choice. Huaisang isn't going to encourage the man to murder.
While not missing the comment about his brother, Wuxian doesn't think now is the time to explore that line of questioning. Instead, he smiles.
"It's okay, it's okay. Come on, stand up. We both might have things to pray about, but our ancestors wouldn't want to hear from us from here."
Shifting his hold, Wuxian puts an arm around Huaisang's shoulders to help him up.
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Date: 2020-03-27 08:31 pm (UTC)That's why Lan Zhan's feelings mean so much. He alone seems to understand the heart that was behind it all.
But Huaisang still speaks with him. That's more than some. Wuxian will need to absorb the blow and accept things as they are. Huaisang is afraid of him. Probably, he won't always be. Also, even more probable, he's probably not scared of him more than he is scared of him. He'd come to his apartment today.
The same is true for Xue Yang, Wuxian supposes, but he'd come here to explain because he doesn't want that relationship to interfere with their friendship. It's not as if he couldn't have said it wasn't any of his business and shrugged him off. If anything, Huaisang has more power in this city. Even now, while saying he's terrified, he seems more terrified of Wuxian not understanding.
Wuxian doesn't understand. Even now, he doesn't see himself the same way he sees Xue Yang. That said, he isn't going to hate his friend for that choice. Huaisang isn't going to encourage the man to murder.
While not missing the comment about his brother, Wuxian doesn't think now is the time to explore that line of questioning. Instead, he smiles.
"It's okay, it's okay. Come on, stand up. We both might have things to pray about, but our ancestors wouldn't want to hear from us from here."
Shifting his hold, Wuxian puts an arm around Huaisang's shoulders to help him up.