[Even the knowledge that Uchiha Fugaku does not actually reside inside of this illusion isn't enough to calm the drumbeat of his heart as Wei Wuxian watches him enter the room. Granted, it is a different kind of panic that overtakes him now, one born of fierce affection and determination (and only a small sliver of terror.) This is the man who raised Itachi, the father whom he loves. No matter what else lies between them, Wei Wuxian knows this much to be true.
And even if this isn't real, even if this is just an echo of things that could have been in another world, Wei Wuxian resolves to do his best to prove to Fugaku that his heart is true. This illusion might be the only way they get to have this, but that doesn't mean Wei Wuxian won't face it head on the way Itachi deserves.
When Fugaku's eyes come to rest on him, Wei Wuxian straightens and then he bows at the waist, raising his hands to perform the motions of a cultivator's salute. The bow isn't so deep as to be groveling, but deep enough to acknowledge the hierarchy between them and the proper respect that should be afforded his laozhang ren. When he raises his eyes again, they're warm and bright.]
I'm grateful to meet you, Shu shu. I am Wei Ying of Yunmeng, son of Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren. I am fortunate to have crossed paths with your son. He has indeed become my very precious friend. [His eyes flicker to Itachi and then away again.]
I would expound on the many reasons why, but I suspect he wouldn't enjoy that very much, so instead I'll offer my thanks and deep gratitude.
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And even if this isn't real, even if this is just an echo of things that could have been in another world, Wei Wuxian resolves to do his best to prove to Fugaku that his heart is true. This illusion might be the only way they get to have this, but that doesn't mean Wei Wuxian won't face it head on the way Itachi deserves.
When Fugaku's eyes come to rest on him, Wei Wuxian straightens and then he bows at the waist, raising his hands to perform the motions of a cultivator's salute. The bow isn't so deep as to be groveling, but deep enough to acknowledge the hierarchy between them and the proper respect that should be afforded his laozhang ren. When he raises his eyes again, they're warm and bright.]
I'm grateful to meet you, Shu shu. I am Wei Ying of Yunmeng, son of Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren. I am fortunate to have crossed paths with your son. He has indeed become my very precious friend. [His eyes flicker to Itachi and then away again.]
I would expound on the many reasons why, but I suspect he wouldn't enjoy that very much, so instead I'll offer my thanks and deep gratitude.