sometimes, anaido reminds him of the heavenly emperor. it's been centuries since yin yu has talked to him, but he spies on jun wu nearly constantly for hua cheng, and the similarities are the kind that could send a chill down your spine.
he's quiet, for a moment, before he shakes his head. ] So, then. Since we've established this isn't a dream, what are you making of it? Are you a beggar, in this camp?
Mmm. It's confusing, isn't it? I'm a person who shouldn't exist. I'm a little hole in reality. That's what my name means, actually. I'm a "hole well". Fitting, isn't it?
[A man defined by the fact that he technically is a nonexistence. A hole is defined by the fact it must be empty.]
I think it must be a mistake. Or merely I'm like a ghost. I exist only within this space. Like you, when I leave, I just won't be me anymore.
Then by that logic, the smartest thing to do is to make the most of this. Whatever that might mean.
[ he's not sure what the most of it means to anaido, really, and yin yu is not the type to ask unnecessary questions. ] Whether it's a mistake, or you are a ghost, or otherwise, you're still here. It may change in an hour. It may change tomorrow. But as it stands, you don't have any way of knowing when that change will come.
[ sometimes that's how yin yu gets through the day. if he is here, then he can do something for chengzhu. if he exists, then he can work hard. ]
wen ning. well. that wound's even more open than usual recently, considering what he learned this week. this was all very personal, and he's starting to feel uncomfortable again.]
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If dreams were wishes, beggars would ride.
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sometimes, anaido reminds him of the heavenly emperor. it's been centuries since yin yu has talked to him, but he spies on jun wu nearly constantly for hua cheng, and the similarities are the kind that could send a chill down your spine.
he's quiet, for a moment, before he shakes his head. ] So, then. Since we've established this isn't a dream, what are you making of it? Are you a beggar, in this camp?
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[A man defined by the fact that he technically is a nonexistence. A hole is defined by the fact it must be empty.]
I think it must be a mistake. Or merely I'm like a ghost. I exist only within this space. Like you, when I leave, I just won't be me anymore.
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[ he's not sure what the most of it means to anaido, really, and yin yu is not the type to ask unnecessary questions. ] Whether it's a mistake, or you are a ghost, or otherwise, you're still here. It may change in an hour. It may change tomorrow. But as it stands, you don't have any way of knowing when that change will come.
[ sometimes that's how yin yu gets through the day. if he is here, then he can do something for chengzhu. if he exists, then he can work hard. ]
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[He says it so lightly that one might think he's making small talk about the weather.]
I'll do my best, though. [He shakes his head.] I...can't let Wen Ning down, after all.
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[ right.
wen ning. well. that wound's even more open than usual recently, considering what he learned this week. this was all very personal, and he's starting to feel uncomfortable again.]
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[He gives an awkward sort of smile, turning his head away from Yin Yu.]
I'm sorry. I'm not used to any of this.