[ The sword, still held aloft between them, offered no more barrier to approach than a blade of grass. He didn’t drop it - would never willingly do so - but the point lowered as he found arms wrapping around him. He didn’t fight it. He should have fought it, but he didn’t.
Instead he sobbed helplessly, his arm lowering the rest of the way as he pressed his face into the man’s chest, burying himself against him. His shoulders shook as he cried, furious and grief stricken all at once.
He couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t avenge his parents. Even though his entire life had been built around preparing him for it, even though it had been hammered into his head again and again what they would do if they ever found Wei Wuxian, he couldn’t do it.
He was a disgrace, a disappointment to his family. His inability casting a greater dishonour on them than he could even name, and he wept with every ounce of that failure crushing down on him.
He knew what he had to do and he couldn’t do it. What was he even any good for? ]
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Instead he sobbed helplessly, his arm lowering the rest of the way as he pressed his face into the man’s chest, burying himself against him. His shoulders shook as he cried, furious and grief stricken all at once.
He couldn’t do it.
He couldn’t avenge his parents. Even though his entire life had been built around preparing him for it, even though it had been hammered into his head again and again what they would do if they ever found Wei Wuxian, he couldn’t do it.
He was a disgrace, a disappointment to his family. His inability casting a greater dishonour on them than he could even name, and he wept with every ounce of that failure crushing down on him.
He knew what he had to do and he couldn’t do it. What was he even any good for? ]