(there seems to be a small amount of comfort that comes with the words. Jadan's tense shoulders going lax, his heavy gaze sobering slightly)
I don't fret. It's beneath me. (He's definitely NOT pouting)
... But thank you.
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(a wry smile. shen had never outright lied; everything was implied through 𖬺͟. through. but he had kept up that act. hid it as much as he was ordered to—— jadan must not know. it was not his time 𖬺͟. they were too entrenched in this deceit.)
my 小箭头 .. [little arrow]ˏ
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you and i both know we cannot refute the will of heaven. if sun wukong of all creatures is forgiven by themˏ then surely it is a lesson for all of us.
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Is it mutilation to paint the canvas? Is it reckless to make masterpieces of marble?
... It matters little as I've already compensated the piercer handsomely for their work.
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(...) (tongue running over lower lip; a chuffˏ as if knowing where this will lead to.)
piercings greatly disfigure what form has been bestowed before us. it's not suggested to recklessly mutilate what's been given to you.
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women tend to wear them now. but the history used to be different. but immortals such as you 𖬺͟. i shouldn't follow the path of mortals. our bodies are sacred. to pierce them would be against our teachings.
mortals change the rules all the time. they cannot stick——
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𝓘 would sacrifice my name, my future, and every chance at peace for revenge. Let remorse come later; I have spent too long grieving what mercy failed to protect.
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