[ he takes the bottle, ears pinned back against his skull. ]
... She will survive without me.
[ but there's a weight to it. already, he misses her. he worries. he doesn't know if she survived. it's going to sit on his shoulders for all eight weeks that he is here, and even longer, should he not make it back. he doesn't pull away, either, when jing yuan lingers. jiaoqiu thinks the alliance has lost something more important than anything else in jing yuan being here, but he can't help be feel relief that at the very least, they're within each other's sight.
well. mostly.
his lips purse, and his jaw works for a moment, like he's fighting himself on something. ]
My vision is badly damaged. I can see, but not well. Up close, it is easier, but from far away, it's shapes and blurry colors. I will not be announcing this to anybody, and I'd like for you to keep it to yourself.
it is not a certain end for either of them, however, and jing yuan wouldn't be who he is without a tireless mind. if there is some nebulous way back, as they've been told, they will find it. he will exhaust every avenue to ensure they are able to return home, and it is reassuring to know jiaoqiu is someone who will do the very same.
there's a moment's pause, before he gives jiaoqiu's hand a gentle squeeze. ]
...I am sorry to hear it. I am no healer, but it is my hope there might be a cure to be found in a place such as this. [ miracles and all. ]
But in the meantime, I will exercise discretion. And I ask that you call upon me as you see fit.
that's more true than he really realized, up until this moment. the hand squeeze means that his shoulders slump just a bit, that his posture goes from rigid to just... very exhausted. he hasn't really dealt with any of the emotions of dying, perhaps unsurprisingly. he won't do it now, either. ]
Thank you.
[ he says, finally, voice a touch rough. ]
You can rely on me as well, General, as always.
[ this useless loser can still have a little bit of purpose. ]
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... She will survive without me.
[ but there's a weight to it. already, he misses her. he worries. he doesn't know if she survived. it's going to sit on his shoulders for all eight weeks that he is here, and even longer, should he not make it back. he doesn't pull away, either, when jing yuan lingers. jiaoqiu thinks the alliance has lost something more important than anything else in jing yuan being here, but he can't help be feel relief that at the very least, they're within each other's sight.
well. mostly.
his lips purse, and his jaw works for a moment, like he's fighting himself on something. ]
My vision is badly damaged. I can see, but not well. Up close, it is easier, but from far away, it's shapes and blurry colors. I will not be announcing this to anybody, and I'd like for you to keep it to yourself.
... Please.
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[ and neither will you, goes unspoken.
it is not a certain end for either of them, however, and jing yuan wouldn't be who he is without a tireless mind. if there is some nebulous way back, as they've been told, they will find it. he will exhaust every avenue to ensure they are able to return home, and it is reassuring to know jiaoqiu is someone who will do the very same.
there's a moment's pause, before he gives jiaoqiu's hand a gentle squeeze. ]
...I am sorry to hear it. I am no healer, but it is my hope there might be a cure to be found in a place such as this. [ miracles and all. ]
But in the meantime, I will exercise discretion. And I ask that you call upon me as you see fit.
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that's more true than he really realized, up until this moment. the hand squeeze means that his shoulders slump just a bit, that his posture goes from rigid to just... very exhausted. he hasn't really dealt with any of the emotions of dying, perhaps unsurprisingly. he won't do it now, either. ]
Thank you.
[ he says, finally, voice a touch rough. ]
You can rely on me as well, General, as always.
[ this useless loser can still have a little bit of purpose. ]