His mouth twists like he's tasting something sour. He doesn't want to go back there. Xingchen knows that the memories will follow him around there. Xue Yang was so proud of that room. They were happy there.
But it was happiness based on a lie. Xingchen can't forget that, and so he doubts that it can hold the same magic again.
But Xue Yang did have an honest job, and maybe...maybe that was another thing that was helping him here. Xingchen needs to help him stay on this path, because no one else will. Maybe no one else could even make him want to try.
"We'll go back." At length. He finishes with the rice, but then he thinks of yet another dilemma, his days and nights filled with them lately. Xingchen struggles with it, shaking his head at himself before finally sighing.
He walks away from him, returning with Xue Yang's dagger in hand. Offering.
"You must only defend the shop." And himself. Hopefully he understands that part too.
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But it was happiness based on a lie. Xingchen can't forget that, and so he doubts that it can hold the same magic again.
But Xue Yang did have an honest job, and maybe...maybe that was another thing that was helping him here. Xingchen needs to help him stay on this path, because no one else will. Maybe no one else could even make him want to try.
"We'll go back." At length. He finishes with the rice, but then he thinks of yet another dilemma, his days and nights filled with them lately. Xingchen struggles with it, shaking his head at himself before finally sighing.
He walks away from him, returning with Xue Yang's dagger in hand. Offering.
"You must only defend the shop." And himself. Hopefully he understands that part too.