[ Just like that, whatever he was thinking, and however he thought to act in a way so that he felt he could relieve this pain dissipated as he felt he was splashed with cold water in the face. ]
Wei-xiong...don't give in. I don't want to lose anyone else.
[ There's a pause as he digested what he said, but now he's too busy being furious. Say what you will about the Nie Clan, but even without being affected by Saber spirit, there was bound to be a temper still. Slowly, more and more exhaustion just showed on his face before it turned somewhat sad as he was thinking of ways he could make Hamelin's time painful, but he's got nothing. He almost couldn't believe he's more angry on WWX's behalf than his own.
At the very least, the kind of loss he spoke about would be something familiar to his friend. Even if by now Huaisang figured there were...some shenanigans going on. When he spoke next, his tone was soft. ]
I lost my brother. All I could do is just watch, and the nightmares remind me of just how much I was a good-for-nothing who couldn't do anything about it.
[ He'd had his revenge, but it didn't mean it was something he'd want to consistently be reminded of seeing in its intensity. He could feel some real tears gather in his eyes. He's always been like this...quicker to cry than most people.
He was prepared to suffer through it until they can bring an end to this. It was purely out of spite. ]
Even if that's the case, though, I don't want to give him any satisfaction...I don't want you to either.
He freezes as soon as his friend shares that Nie Mingjue is dead. He remembers seeing him among the other cultivators there at Nightless City just before he raised all of those corpses. ]
When did your brother die?
[ He is hoping it wasn't during his own rampaging. He barely believes he's worth Huaisang's friendship after what he already knows that he's done but if he was the reason he lost his brother?
He would be even more low than the worthless son of a servant people see him as ]
This Wei Wuxian...he was from somehow a different point than he was. With all of the people coming from different lands, times, worlds, and whathaveyou...somehow this seemed the least surprising.
Either way this changed nothing as far as he was concerned. He was still his friend. ]
You weren't there when it happened. But it wasn't long after...well, Wei-xiong, I was home when I heard about you attacking the others at Nightless City. When my brother died as a result of his qi deviation following sometime that incident, you weren't there, and he had been at home.
[ Huaisang believed maybe it would work better for there to be some vagueness in the timeframes. So for now what he said wasn't exactly wrong. ]
You do know somewhat about the cultivation method of the Nie Clan, don't you?
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Date: 2021-06-11 01:53 am (UTC)Wei Wuxian's desire to play hero and NHS' loyalty to just friends and family is why they would be sorted in different Hogwarts houses. ]
That's very likely the reason. I will admit that waving around one of my deepest regrets is making it tempting to give in.
[ The only thing stopping him so far is waiting to see who is the biggest asshole of the group. ]
If you don't mind, talking about it may help.
[ Maybe ]
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Date: 2021-06-11 02:15 am (UTC)Wei-xiong...don't give in. I don't want to lose anyone else.
[ There's a pause as he digested what he said, but now he's too busy being furious. Say what you will about the Nie Clan, but even without being affected by Saber spirit, there was bound to be a temper still. Slowly, more and more exhaustion just showed on his face before it turned somewhat sad as he was thinking of ways he could make Hamelin's time painful, but he's got nothing. He almost couldn't believe he's more angry on WWX's behalf than his own.
At the very least, the kind of loss he spoke about would be something familiar to his friend. Even if by now Huaisang figured there were...some shenanigans going on. When he spoke next, his tone was soft. ]
I lost my brother. All I could do is just watch, and the nightmares remind me of just how much I was a good-for-nothing who couldn't do anything about it.
[ He'd had his revenge, but it didn't mean it was something he'd want to consistently be reminded of seeing in its intensity. He could feel some real tears gather in his eyes. He's always been like this...quicker to cry than most people.
He was prepared to suffer through it until they can bring an end to this. It was purely out of spite. ]
Even if that's the case, though, I don't want to give him any satisfaction...I don't want you to either.
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Date: 2021-06-11 02:51 am (UTC)He freezes as soon as his friend shares that Nie Mingjue is dead. He remembers seeing him among the other cultivators there at Nightless City just before he raised all of those corpses. ]
When did your brother die?
[ He is hoping it wasn't during his own rampaging. He barely believes he's worth Huaisang's friendship after what he already knows that he's done but if he was the reason he lost his brother?
He would be even more low than the worthless son of a servant people see him as ]
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Date: 2021-06-11 03:11 am (UTC)This Wei Wuxian...he was from somehow a different point than he was. With all of the people coming from different lands, times, worlds, and whathaveyou...somehow this seemed the least surprising.
Either way this changed nothing as far as he was concerned. He was still his friend. ]
You weren't there when it happened. But it wasn't long after...well, Wei-xiong, I was home when I heard about you attacking the others at Nightless City. When my brother died as a result of his qi deviation following sometime that incident, you weren't there, and he had been at home.
[ Huaisang believed maybe it would work better for there to be some vagueness in the timeframes. So for now what he said wasn't exactly wrong. ]
You do know somewhat about the cultivation method of the Nie Clan, don't you?