[ actually, he's glad that cain treats him like this. as someone to navigate but not take seriously; cain doesn't know a thing about his old life, his old reputation - that violent and ugly thing that creeps along at his heels like a faithful, sickly hound. all red eyes, carrion birds, gravedirt and haunting elegies played on the dark flute he keeps bound at his waist no matter where he goes. ]
I was born Wei Wuxian. In that life, my reputation took on a power of its own -- and then I died. I wasn't lying to you, in that dream, about knowing how much death hurts. I was reborn into this body, "Mo Xuanyu" gave his life up for me. For some reason that I don't understand, but I'm not going to mistreat him --
[ we're all fuckin' special, cain says. it's not something he really wants to hear, when he's so content living a life that's as carefree and unattended by watchful, prying eyes as possible. he could be happy, busking the streets forever; he tells himself that. ]
I want to be nobody, mister Cain. I can sing and usurp the mind, I could easily fade away and make everyone forget about me. One by one. I just want to get my countrymen home, and then I want to be a nobody for the rest of this beautiful new life. I love it. Are you sure you don't know what love is? Sometimes it's as simple as that. Just a beautiful, fresh opportunity to do something differently.
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[ actually, he's glad that cain treats him like this. as someone to navigate but not take seriously; cain doesn't know a thing about his old life, his old reputation - that violent and ugly thing that creeps along at his heels like a faithful, sickly hound. all red eyes, carrion birds, gravedirt and haunting elegies played on the dark flute he keeps bound at his waist no matter where he goes. ]
I was born Wei Wuxian. In that life, my reputation took on a power of its own -- and then I died. I wasn't lying to you, in that dream, about knowing how much death hurts. I was reborn into this body, "Mo Xuanyu" gave his life up for me. For some reason that I don't understand, but I'm not going to mistreat him --
[ we're all fuckin' special, cain says. it's not something he really wants to hear, when he's so content living a life that's as carefree and unattended by watchful, prying eyes as possible. he could be happy, busking the streets forever; he tells himself that. ]
I want to be nobody, mister Cain. I can sing and usurp the mind, I could easily fade away and make everyone forget about me. One by one. I just want to get my countrymen home, and then I want to be a nobody for the rest of this beautiful new life. I love it. Are you sure you don't know what love is? Sometimes it's as simple as that. Just a beautiful, fresh opportunity to do something differently.