[He doesn't respond in words, but his stance shifts, he moves his sword and he focuses on the energy that is his own, resentful as it may be, but different enough, familiar. He can wield it and he can discern it, deflecting the fragments of spirits escaping the volcano. Doing as he's been told.
Doing this as he listens to Chenqing playing, there is a part of him that finds it incredulous. More something he'd read about in a scroll recovered from Yiling than something he could be present for. It makes him smile for many reasons.]
So much pain...
[But should it bother him, isn't his own pain more present? As self-centred as his thinking may be, it helps him keep focus, rather than letting any outside soul feed on his energy. Helps him deflect, control. Exorcise.]
and then they tell jokes and/or ghost stories, same diff
Doing this as he listens to Chenqing playing, there is a part of him that finds it incredulous. More something he'd read about in a scroll recovered from Yiling than something he could be present for. It makes him smile for many reasons.]
So much pain...
[But should it bother him, isn't his own pain more present? As self-centred as his thinking may be, it helps him keep focus, rather than letting any outside soul feed on his energy. Helps him deflect, control. Exorcise.]