( If he knew the extent to which Five followed the same path Wei Wuxian had in his youth, trying to balm over the pains, the voices that never stopped, the ill fit of his place in a dangerous world where he was liability and in fear for those he loved at all times, and had no way to frame it, to solve it, to resolve it; that wine flowed down his throat inside and outside in unequal measures?
If.
But he has only guesses, from the times he's run into Five more pickled than not, and he's not one to chase after people's tails without reason. So he listens now, and nods, and says: )
no subject
If.
But he has only guesses, from the times he's run into Five more pickled than not, and he's not one to chase after people's tails without reason. So he listens now, and nods, and says: )
I'm listening.