text; un: xiaoxingchen

[mingyues]

[ xiao xingchen is not someone who feels the urge to ask questions often. not of others, and even less so of strangers. for this, however, he'll make an exception, even if the words are hard to parse. ]

I have been thinking
The people that we are in this place, the people we become —
Is there a chance in this world for those who are destined to commit evil?
Or is it futile to expect that anything will change when we return to our worlds?

And if it is futile then... does anything we do here matter?

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[mingyues]

[ he cannot smile, but he does not start crying again. so that is progress! ]

This world is hard, I pray that you may always find yourself loved and cared for, Xia Sini.

[wooden_one]

I'll be fine. I'm asking about you!

[He's already grown up, after all. He hadn't found himself loved or cared for and yet he still survived just finde.

He reached out, hesitated, then grabbed Xiao Xingchen's sleeve.]

I read a bit of your conversation with Yuheng Edler. [Pause.] I was told not to. [Because he was tired of being told he should take better care of what was essentially himself after the fact.]