[His eyes are fixed on Itachi as he speaks, watching him closely, and when he finishes, Wei Wuxian is quiet for a long time. The furrow in his brow had grown deeper as Itachi had spoken and he drops his gaze after a long moment, shaking his head so subtly as to almost go unnoticed. (Almost, maybe if it was anyone but Itachi sitting in front of him.)
The power that he speaks of is so immense, and he can understand why people would fear it and covet it. Truly, he can understand it, but it's not that thought that makes his heart ache.
He's long known the Sharingan was a thing to be feared, but it is so much more powerful than he could have imagined. Devastatingly so. And there must have been so many men like Jin Guangshan or worse. People who would have done anything to take that power. To use it. Not to mention the blind fear. Itachi's character wouldn't have mattered. His kindness and his gentleness wouldn't have mattered. All he would have been to them was a weapon.
He reaches for Itachi's hand and catches it in his own, holding it tight.]
I can't imagine growing up like that. I don't doubt your strength, I never have, but it must have been hard.
๏ผ he looks down at their joined hands. he lets it happen without protest, but there is no physiological response to the touch. neutrality, in this, is perhaps the only thing he can offer. deep affection and years of friendship are what hold back cruel impulse.
there are so many things in the world he has taught himself to stand. compassion is not one of them.
yet his tolerance for it from the man before him now is something earned. hard-won, and sharp-edged. it is a thing with teeth, and not baring them is a choice made with calculated deliberation. ๏ผ
Perhaps it is more accurate to say — I did not find it to be so. My parents did their best to shield me from the hatred and the fear. My skills made me useful to the village I love. If you gave me the choice of a thousand lives, each more peaceful, more perfect than the last — I would still, and always choose to live and die as Uchiha Itachi of Konoha.
[His hand tightens around Itachi's and he bows his head in understanding, feeling his heart swell with admiration for the man in front of him. Once after Itachi's betrayal, he had questioned his loyalty, as if it was owed to him when they were honestly little more than friendly strangers. His ire had been well earned, but the assumption of disloyalty incorrect. He is sure now that there is perhaps no one more loyal than Uchiha Itachi once that loyalty had been truly earned.]
I'm pretty fond of him myself. [He says quietly and then rises to press a kiss to Itachi's forehead before pulling back to sit again. A teasing look crosses his face and he adds] questionable taste aside.
๏ผ he exhales. but there is nothing further to be said, and nothing he wishes to express besides — so he simply lets the silence settle between them, and takes his breakfast in its swell. ๏ผ
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The power that he speaks of is so immense, and he can understand why people would fear it and covet it. Truly, he can understand it, but it's not that thought that makes his heart ache.
He's long known the Sharingan was a thing to be feared, but it is so much more powerful than he could have imagined. Devastatingly so. And there must have been so many men like Jin Guangshan or worse. People who would have done anything to take that power. To use it. Not to mention the blind fear. Itachi's character wouldn't have mattered. His kindness and his gentleness wouldn't have mattered. All he would have been to them was a weapon.
He reaches for Itachi's hand and catches it in his own, holding it tight.]
I can't imagine growing up like that. I don't doubt your strength, I never have, but it must have been hard.
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๏ผ he looks down at their joined hands. he lets it happen without protest, but there is no physiological response to the touch. neutrality, in this, is perhaps the only thing he can offer. deep affection and years of friendship are what hold back cruel impulse.
there are so many things in the world he has taught himself to stand. compassion is not one of them.
yet his tolerance for it from the man before him now is something earned. hard-won, and sharp-edged. it is a thing with teeth, and not baring them is a choice made with calculated deliberation. ๏ผ
Perhaps it is more accurate to say — I did not find it to be so. My parents did their best to shield me from the hatred and the fear. My skills made me useful to the village I love. If you gave me the choice of a thousand lives, each more peaceful, more perfect than the last — I would still, and always choose to live and die as Uchiha Itachi of Konoha.
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I'm pretty fond of him myself. [He says quietly and then rises to press a kiss to Itachi's forehead before pulling back to sit again. A teasing look crosses his face and he adds] questionable taste aside.
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