Mmmm. [It's definitely a consideration, but not one that makes him feel any sympathy for the man.]
Maybe. [He's silent for a moment after that, lost in thought.]
I work better when I have someone to talk to. I think better. Especially about things like this. [Complicated and too close to home.] When it comes to him, I get too inside of my head. It's all too familiar.
[And there's a part of him now that he knows more of Kirigan's story, that wants to believe he's really like them. Someone with a past full of terrible choices. Someone with regret and pain, who would take it back if he could. Someone who was forced into those choices by terrible circumstances.]
๏ผ he gives wei wuxian a sideways glance, head canted to one side. his eyes are dark, his expression fully neutral, yet there is an edge of tolerant fondness there few others have ever seen. ๏ผ
If that were the case, we would not be having this discussion. You are aware of where your own biases lay and are working through them with the tools available to you. If he were truly in your blindspot, we would not be having this discussion. You simply think he is, because you have the compassion and decency to hope there is another, rational reason to explain his behaviour. But you are not naive, Wei Wuxian.
[He lets out a soft snort, more a huff of breath than anything else, and looks away. There were several compliments in those words and his stomach swoops uncomfortably, unease gnawing at him that has nothing to do with the discussion and everything to do with the praise.
But if he makes a joke of it or denies it outright, he already knows Itachi will call it out, so he only shrugs in response and does his best to move past it.]
Maybe. I'm glad for the second opinion either way. [He lifts his eyes finally, smiling again.] Makes me sharper.
๏ผ but he stands in one fluid gesture, and opens the program's control panel to summon a suite of weapons, obligingly. take your pick, wei wuxian. ๏ผ
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Maybe. [He's silent for a moment after that, lost in thought.]
I work better when I have someone to talk to. I think better. Especially about things like this. [Complicated and too close to home.] When it comes to him, I get too inside of my head. It's all too familiar.
[And there's a part of him now that he knows more of Kirigan's story, that wants to believe he's really like them. Someone with a past full of terrible choices. Someone with regret and pain, who would take it back if he could. Someone who was forced into those choices by terrible circumstances.]
...I think he's in my blind spot.
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๏ผ he gives wei wuxian a sideways glance, head canted to one side. his eyes are dark, his expression fully neutral, yet there is an edge of tolerant fondness there few others have ever seen. ๏ผ
If that were the case, we would not be having this discussion. You are aware of where your own biases lay and are working through them with the tools available to you. If he were truly in your blindspot, we would not be having this discussion. You simply think he is, because you have the compassion and decency to hope there is another, rational reason to explain his behaviour. But you are not naive, Wei Wuxian.
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But if he makes a joke of it or denies it outright, he already knows Itachi will call it out, so he only shrugs in response and does his best to move past it.]
Maybe. I'm glad for the second opinion either way. [He lifts his eyes finally, smiling again.] Makes me sharper.
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You're welcome.
๏ผ he's hilarious. ๏ผ
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You're so annoying! [Grinning and shaking his head]
Alright, I don't want to think about that guy anymore. Spar with me?
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๏ผ but he stands in one fluid gesture, and opens the program's control panel to summon a suite of weapons, obligingly. take your pick, wei wuxian. ๏ผ