audio | un: xianxian of yunmeng jiang

[weifinder]

Bear!? Bear! There was a bear in the bath!

( So comes this startled and startling shout, as elsewhere in camp, Wei Wuxian is (unfortunately) streaking past in damp, confused glory, a bear of arctic composure lumbering after him, soap bar still in mouth. Come back! He was just handing the soap over, he wanted to help! )

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[silverneedles]

[ Speaking at the same time as Jiang Cheng, although her voice is much softer this time, as though she really doesn't want Jiang Cheng to hear: ]

Was there any chance of clearing the name Wen? What could he have done to help? There was no reason to let him toss aside everything we'd done to— to—

[ There are regrets in her heart, for pulling Wei Wuxian away from his family, for further dragging him into the political turmoil that surrounded her clan after the war.

Living those few months with her brother, with Wei Wuxian and a-Yuan and the remnants of her family, had been more than they deserved. She had been content, almost happy, despite the hardship and the stress, but it couldn't have lasted, and walking away from the Burial Mounds had been her only option. ]

What else could any of us—

[ In the background, she hears Jiang Cheng's voice rising, and abruptly stops, half tempted to put down the crystal just to give them some privacy, although she doesn't.

Some of this is her doing, too. ]

[weifinder]

( Not only does she get to hear what he says, he swallows, and adds thickly for her: )

We could have asked. We could have tried standing together, united. But it isn't what we did, and all we can do now is hear each other, and not rush into making the same mistakes again.