[ yeah. it's nice to just kind of relax into the city crowd, as they're moving along. lu bixing clearly fits into this environment - he soaks it up like a sponge, the familiarity of the city itself, the cadence of a raucous, loud place full of questionable people. he's thinking about that as they're walking, and as lavi asks that question.
he's thoughtful, for a moment. and then... ]
I'm terrified of dying. [ almost bluntly. ] I always have been. [ for so many reasons. lu bixing is the eighth galaxy, after all. their lives rest on his shoulders, in more ways than one; his guiding arrow has long been shot from its bow, and there's no turning back when the hopes of his people rest with him. there was a time, here, where he considered the alternative, but with both him and lin jingheng surviving the entire countdown, and... frankly, after his own countdown of sorts reset, there's no other option.
lu bixing glances up, for a moment, like he might see the stars, and absently reaches to touch the inside of his own arm, fingers brushing up against something under his sleeve. ]
... So, I do. With my chip, I'll have an advantage I didn't have when we first got here, and one I wasn't expecting. It should make things a little easier. I don't have any intentions of losing.
[ there's a pause, and he glances back to lavi. ]
But, I don't like the idea of a half-won victory. I have every intention of negotiating with Satan to ensure all of us are given that ticket out. It doesn't sit well with me to run off and leave you all behind.
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he's thoughtful, for a moment. and then... ]
I'm terrified of dying. [ almost bluntly. ] I always have been. [ for so many reasons. lu bixing is the eighth galaxy, after all. their lives rest on his shoulders, in more ways than one; his guiding arrow has long been shot from its bow, and there's no turning back when the hopes of his people rest with him. there was a time, here, where he considered the alternative, but with both him and lin jingheng surviving the entire countdown, and... frankly, after his own countdown of sorts reset, there's no other option.
lu bixing glances up, for a moment, like he might see the stars, and absently reaches to touch the inside of his own arm, fingers brushing up against something under his sleeve. ]
... So, I do. With my chip, I'll have an advantage I didn't have when we first got here, and one I wasn't expecting. It should make things a little easier. I don't have any intentions of losing.
[ there's a pause, and he glances back to lavi. ]
But, I don't like the idea of a half-won victory. I have every intention of negotiating with Satan to ensure all of us are given that ticket out. It doesn't sit well with me to run off and leave you all behind.