every day. seventeen years of it - of unending grief, of battling his own demons, of zhanlu pulling on his metaphorical leash and only because lu bixing told him to. wasn't he tired? isn't he?
he laughs a little, reaching up to rub the good side of his face with his hand. lavi can't see him, at least. ]
I was tired of it all. [ lu bixing confirms, quietly. of the revolution, the fighting, the control, the life without lin and without monoeye that didn't feel like a life at all. there's a sort of ruefulness to the way he admits it, just in the quiet of this room with its glow in the dark stars. ] But that doesn't matter. The world doesn't stop just because you're tired, Lavi, and I couldn't just lay in the dirt and let it spin around me. The Eighth needed me, and I owed it to them to keep moving.
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god, wasn't he?
every day. seventeen years of it - of unending grief, of battling his own demons, of zhanlu pulling on his metaphorical leash and only because lu bixing told him to. wasn't he tired? isn't he?
he laughs a little, reaching up to rub the good side of his face with his hand. lavi can't see him, at least. ]
I was tired of it all. [ lu bixing confirms, quietly. of the revolution, the fighting, the control, the life without lin and without monoeye that didn't feel like a life at all. there's a sort of ruefulness to the way he admits it, just in the quiet of this room with its glow in the dark stars. ] But that doesn't matter. The world doesn't stop just because you're tired, Lavi, and I couldn't just lay in the dirt and let it spin around me. The Eighth needed me, and I owed it to them to keep moving.