( Sixteen years and the bare, trinket morsel of Wei Ying's return to show for it. Meteoric, unexpected. Balm on scars long ended. The mourning of long separation cannot be separated, anticipated, experienced in ways that catch a blow before its fall.
It is. Simply, cosmically, greater than the being it targets with sterile and surgical precision. A needle, hammering a point. The sun turning its long, baleful eye on one target, relentlessly.
He shifts, this time to hold the cup with both hands in the way of a gift offered with humility. )
Wait wounds. Uncertainty slaughters. ( Do not 'hope.' Do not 'pray.' Think. Know. ) Do not bleed yourself. Hold faith.
( He thinks, if he had not lived her fate, he would not know his mouth for its cruelty. )
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It is. Simply, cosmically, greater than the being it targets with sterile and surgical precision. A needle, hammering a point. The sun turning its long, baleful eye on one target, relentlessly.
He shifts, this time to hold the cup with both hands in the way of a gift offered with humility. )
Wait wounds. Uncertainty slaughters. ( Do not 'hope.' Do not 'pray.' Think. Know. ) Do not bleed yourself. Hold faith.
( He thinks, if he had not lived her fate, he would not know his mouth for its cruelty. )