[He glances upward toward the sky at that. At least it's easier to look up than to look down at the too-bright snow... Terrible.]
Hah... One way or another, the end is undeniable, hm?
[He does not have a good track record when coming to the end of things, generally speaking. He's trying to be optimistic anyway - at least a little bit.]
Wonder if they'll even bother with a farce of a trial or if it'll just try to kill us on the spot.
That would be fun. Letting us be complacent before...well. Putting us all wherever the dead go, here.
[He finally lets out a groan and a sniffle, rolling back into a sitting position as he raises up his hands to cover his face. He sounds pained, like he's getting a headache.]
They like to do things like that. Build up hope and then snatch it away, you know?
[DEMONS!!!!
But he just nods at that. He doesn't - entirely get Anaido all the time. They're like people who walk on opposite sides of the street but head in the same general direction. He can understand having a too-full head, even if he's sure they experience different flavors of it.]
Soup unfortunately can't do much for that, but it can get the snot out of your nose, at least.
[Dear sir do not cry, he doesn't know how to handle people emoting.]
Hah - that's nothing to thank me for, you know! [But he just hates being thanked in general and wiggles his way fastly from any genuine iteration of it. He reaches out, gently patting Anaido's shoulder.]
Want to head back with me, then? Or shall I bring the soup to you?
[He shudders...and then nods, moving to pull himself up. His face is settled into an easy smile, like before. He can pull himself together, he thinks, even as he closes his eyes and just wipes out the numbers in front of him with his shoe.]
It's really cold! [And he grins turning to Wei Wuxian.] Hot soup would be the best - I'm coming with you!
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[His smile is almost rueful, as he continues to write numbers, sniffling.]
Look how things changed. Whatever will happen next...well! Our world will certainly turn upside down.
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Hah... One way or another, the end is undeniable, hm?
[He does not have a good track record when coming to the end of things, generally speaking. He's trying to be optimistic anyway - at least a little bit.]
Wonder if they'll even bother with a farce of a trial or if it'll just try to kill us on the spot.
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[He finally lets out a groan and a sniffle, rolling back into a sitting position as he raises up his hands to cover his face. He sounds pained, like he's getting a headache.]
We're really in a bad spot here, huh.
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[THANKS HE HATES IT. When Anaido sits down, Wei Wuxian squats nearby, giving him a quiet look.]
Yep. [THEY SURE ARE.] ...Need painkillers or soup? Water and bananas help, too.
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[And he shakes his head at the offer, lightly laughing.]
Painkillers no, soup...maybe. [A sigh.] My head is just...too full, sometimes. Its not even about yesterday. Its always like this.
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[DEMONS!!!!
But he just nods at that. He doesn't - entirely get Anaido all the time. They're like people who walk on opposite sides of the street but head in the same general direction. He can understand having a too-full head, even if he's sure they experience different flavors of it.]
Soup unfortunately can't do much for that, but it can get the snot out of your nose, at least.
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[He sniffles again, but...it almost sounds like he's on the verge of crying.]
...Wei Wuxian. You're very nice to me. Thank you.
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Hah - that's nothing to thank me for, you know! [But he just hates being thanked in general and wiggles his way fastly from any genuine iteration of it. He reaches out, gently patting Anaido's shoulder.]
Want to head back with me, then? Or shall I bring the soup to you?
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[He shudders...and then nods, moving to pull himself up. His face is settled into an easy smile, like before. He can pull himself together, he thinks, even as he closes his eyes and just wipes out the numbers in front of him with his shoe.]
It's really cold! [And he grins turning to Wei Wuxian.] Hot soup would be the best - I'm coming with you!
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Then let's get some hot soup in you before you turn into an icicle, ah?
[AND AWAY THEY GO... Away from the scuffed out numbers and the snow, off to drown their sorrows in hangover soup.]