Hum... well. I wonder. It's such a convoluted tale, and one I'd sooner rip into pieces than recite for the millionth time in my mind. But I suppose I could give you an idea.
A cowardly man who couldn't protect anyone, even though he claimed that to be his wish. Not his lover, nor his child. Someone who was a killer and yet, sought a peaceful life, knowing it was an impossibility. Someone who ran away and started his own quiet life, a coffee shop in a quiet street, while the child was left to grow up in a cold and cruel world that didn't want her, not one bit.
The idea of such a man disgusts me, when those who see the world for what it is and face it head on suffer and die. See their corpses desecrated as trophies. Have no choice but to kill their hearts and die along with them.
[ we dont have time to unpack all that.gif aka i left this open in a tab and forgot about it like an idiot
anyway
well this is clearly a very personal story. it's funny - he's learned quite a bit about eto's family, so far? and clearly one part of it was better than the other. he digests what she's saying, thoughtfully, tearing the paper into tiny pieces with his fingers. for not the first time, he thinks, quietly, how grateful he has been to have had monoeye hawk. ]
He does sound like a coward. [ lu bixing has never run away from anything in his life, so, yeah? fuck this guy? ] Less the beat of a butterfly wing than someone irresponsible and afraid.
oof. yeah. that smile sucks, also - it makes his brows pinch together, worried and genuinely concerned. ]
It is. [ doesn't he know it. he plucks up another page, and quotes, just a tinge of sardonic in the repetition; ] 'No man should be considered fortunate until he's dead', huh?
[ but then gives the page a good, loud rip to tear it in half. ca!thar!sis! ]
[ We can take the bitch away from the canon but we cannot take the canon away from the bitch,
But anyway, she slightly frowns as if she finds the sound of ripping pages unpleasant now that it's not the only sound she has in here, but she doesn't disparage LBX for it, of course. ]
Perhaps there's some truth to it, really.
Life itself is unfair, ergo, life itself is suffering. In the eyes of many, prolonging life is to prolong despair. I think on occasion about those who died, literally or metaphorically ages ago, but continued to live on.
They've already gone ahead, though I asked -- and they were not here.
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Hum... well. I wonder. It's such a convoluted tale, and one I'd sooner rip into pieces than recite for the millionth time in my mind. But I suppose I could give you an idea.
A cowardly man who couldn't protect anyone, even though he claimed that to be his wish. Not his lover, nor his child. Someone who was a killer and yet, sought a peaceful life, knowing it was an impossibility. Someone who ran away and started his own quiet life, a coffee shop in a quiet street, while the child was left to grow up in a cold and cruel world that didn't want her, not one bit.
The idea of such a man disgusts me, when those who see the world for what it is and face it head on suffer and die. See their corpses desecrated as trophies. Have no choice but to kill their hearts and die along with them.
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anyway
well this is clearly a very personal story. it's funny - he's learned quite a bit about eto's family, so far? and clearly one part of it was better than the other. he digests what she's saying, thoughtfully, tearing the paper into tiny pieces with his fingers. for not the first time, he thinks, quietly, how grateful he has been to have had monoeye hawk. ]
He does sound like a coward. [ lu bixing has never run away from anything in his life, so, yeah? fuck this guy? ] Less the beat of a butterfly wing than someone irresponsible and afraid.
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She just smiles thinly at Lu Bixing, but there's no warmth to be had in it. Even politicians have more sincerity. ]
In consequence, it's the same. But it is what it is.
Life itself is unfair.
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oof. yeah. that smile sucks, also - it makes his brows pinch together, worried and genuinely concerned. ]
It is. [ doesn't he know it. he plucks up another page, and quotes, just a tinge of sardonic in the repetition; ] 'No man should be considered fortunate until he's dead', huh?
[ but then gives the page a good, loud rip to tear it in half. ca!thar!sis! ]
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But anyway, she slightly frowns as if she finds the sound of ripping pages unpleasant now that it's not the only sound she has in here, but she doesn't disparage LBX for it, of course. ]
Perhaps there's some truth to it, really.
Life itself is unfair, ergo, life itself is suffering. In the eyes of many, prolonging life is to prolong despair. I think on occasion about those who died, literally or metaphorically ages ago, but continued to live on.
They've already gone ahead, though I asked -- and they were not here.