[Jin Guangyao's fingers gently begin to card through his hair. Like he did to A-Ling when he was young, he knew he wasn't like them but he was strong and resilient in his own right. His kindness made him resilient. During the war, Lan Xichen became a beacon of hope freeing clans from the Wen and getting them back safely. Neither he nor Mingjue would have been able to do what they did in the war if it were not for him. Even afterward, he was one of the few gentries that cared for people.
He sat up and held his face between his hands, looking at him in his eyes. His own burned a fiery bright gold.]
No. I do not accept that.
I don't care if you think this. I can promise you losing yourself in carnal desire will do nothing to avoid your thinking. It will only make you feel lost and hopeless in a different way.
In the war, you were a beacon of hope and kindness. In peace, you were kind as well and I know, I know what happened has made you feel broken but you are not only a symbol. You are Lan Xichen, Lan Huan, the sweetest cultivator who ever existed, one who helped people no matter how wretched they were. A loving brother, uncle, nephew, and friend.
That is who you are. Who you were and who you will always be. You've been cut in half. So what? It won't be the same but it will be sturdier with better foundations! The cloud recesses burned and you rebuilt it to be better and stronger! You are fierce and strong and soulful.
You cannot wallow in sadness and try to hide from your feelings, The only way out of grief is through. Even if it is ugly. I don't care if it's ugly and that you don't want to hear this.
I Love you. Da-ge Loves you. We talked about you every night and felt your absence Every. Single. Day. If you want to help people there are people here who are younger than your nephew and afraid, unsure, and in danger.
Help them. You are big and strong and good. They need you. [Jin Guangyao's voice cracked with emotion. ]
I'm so sorry that he's so wordy when impassioned.
[Jin Guangyao's fingers gently begin to card through his hair. Like he did to A-Ling when he was young, he knew he wasn't like them but he was strong and resilient in his own right. His kindness made him resilient. During the war, Lan Xichen became a beacon of hope freeing clans from the Wen and getting them back safely. Neither he nor Mingjue would have been able to do what they did in the war if it were not for him. Even afterward, he was one of the few gentries that cared for people.
He sat up and held his face between his hands, looking at him in his eyes. His own burned a fiery bright gold.]
No. I do not accept that.
I don't care if you think this. I can promise you losing yourself in carnal desire will do nothing to avoid your thinking. It will only make you feel lost and hopeless in a different way.
In the war, you were a beacon of hope and kindness. In peace, you were kind as well and I know, I know what happened has made you feel broken but you are not only a symbol. You are Lan Xichen, Lan Huan, the sweetest cultivator who ever existed, one who helped people no matter how wretched they were. A loving brother, uncle, nephew, and friend.
That is who you are. Who you were and who you will always be. You've been cut in half. So what? It won't be the same but it will be sturdier with better foundations! The cloud recesses burned and you rebuilt it to be better and stronger! You are fierce and strong and soulful.
You cannot wallow in sadness and try to hide from your feelings, The only way out of grief is through. Even if it is ugly. I don't care if it's ugly and that you don't want to hear this.
I Love you. Da-ge Loves you. We talked about you every night and felt your absence Every. Single. Day. If you want to help people there are people here who are younger than your nephew and afraid, unsure, and in danger.
Help them. You are big and strong and good. They need you. [Jin Guangyao's voice cracked with emotion. ]