there are pieces of his memory that make it hard for him to grasp pervious events, that leave giant puzzle pieces missing, but none of it manage to touch the feeling of wrong every time he interacts with yona. he has no right to be by her side - even if he's not sure why that is.
but he knows it well, that someone as cursed as he, has no reason to be at the side of the one such as her. for all the kindness that she shows him, and the weakness she inspires -
he cannot go to her, and he cannot redeem himself.
even as his consciousness begins to fade, his emotions harden and he decides, firmly:
This is not over yet.
defiant to the last, still trying to take everything into his own hands.]
[ the bai wuxiang's voice is not the last thing xie lian hears, when his consciousness fades.
as blackness cordons off his vision, xie lian reaches upwards with a trembling hand, and finds the ring on a chain around his neck. his palm touches the cool metal, shaking fingers curling tight around it, until the edges prick into his palm, and it unbidden, two voices exchange in the back of his mind. the flippant one of a ghost, pretending to play a teenager, and a god, pretending to play a normal human being.
"there's a tradition in the ghost realm. in the case where that ghost has chosen a person, they would entrust their ashes into that person's hands."
"so, it turns out the ghost realm would have such a sentimental custom!"
"they do. but not many ghosts would dare to it."
his hand tightens around the ring.
...we aren't dead yet, he thinks, and everything goes black. ]
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there are pieces of his memory that make it hard for him to grasp pervious events, that leave giant puzzle pieces missing, but none of it manage to touch the feeling of wrong every time he interacts with yona. he has no right to be by her side - even if he's not sure why that is.
but he knows it well, that someone as cursed as he, has no reason to be at the side of the one such as her. for all the kindness that she shows him, and the weakness she inspires -
he cannot go to her, and he cannot redeem himself.
even as his consciousness begins to fade, his emotions harden and he decides, firmly:
This is not over yet.
defiant to the last, still trying to take everything into his own hands.]
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as blackness cordons off his vision, xie lian reaches upwards with a trembling hand, and finds the ring on a chain around his neck. his palm touches the cool metal, shaking fingers curling tight around it, until the edges prick into his palm, and it unbidden, two voices exchange in the back of his mind. the flippant one of a ghost, pretending to play a teenager, and a god, pretending to play a normal human being.
"there's a tradition in the ghost realm. in the case where that ghost has chosen a person, they would entrust their ashes into that person's hands."
"so, it turns out the ghost realm would have such a sentimental custom!"
"they do. but not many ghosts would dare to it."
his hand tightens around the ring.
...we aren't dead yet, he thinks, and everything goes black. ]