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[ He -
He starts laughing, dark and deep, dropping down to sit on the stairs up to the loft as his shoulders shake with it. ]
Good - I think I know why we were roomed together, in some cosmic sick irony.
He starts laughing, dark and deep, dropping down to sit on the stairs up to the loft as his shoulders shake with it. ]
Good - I think I know why we were roomed together, in some cosmic sick irony.
[ He snorts, scrubbing his face a little. ]
I ripped off someone's head in retribution to the suffering that they caused me, so, I don't know, White. Were you okay when you ripped off his head?
I ripped off someone's head in retribution to the suffering that they caused me, so, I don't know, White. Were you okay when you ripped off his head?
[ He hasn't - admitted to it. Not once, while he's been here. But that White can resonate on a similar level, he can, maybe, at least say it. Perhaps it'll cut the memory off at the pass? He doesn't know. ]
Guess that's why I'm in Despair. [ After a beat, Ming Yi lolls his head back to look up towards White, where there is something old, dark, and deep before it gets shuttered away. ] I wouldn't go back and stop myself, if I had the choice. But it doesn't change anything.
Guess that's why I'm in Despair. [ After a beat, Ming Yi lolls his head back to look up towards White, where there is something old, dark, and deep before it gets shuttered away. ] I wouldn't go back and stop myself, if I had the choice. But it doesn't change anything.
Sometimes it is.
[ He watches him, for a beat. Then, Ming Yi adds, as he looks forward again: ]
Sometimes it's the only thing that keeps you from succumbing to your miserable existence, but then you're left wondering what the hell you do afterwards, when the source is gone.
[ He watches him, for a beat. Then, Ming Yi adds, as he looks forward again: ]
Sometimes it's the only thing that keeps you from succumbing to your miserable existence, but then you're left wondering what the hell you do afterwards, when the source is gone.
[white can't help but let out a light laugh.]
Fuck. [too relatable.] Yeah, pretty much. Especially when you gotta hold onto it longer than most people even live for, I'm guessing?
[he waited over a hundred years for his revenge. given ming yi's age, it was probably even longer for him.]
Fuck. [too relatable.] Yeah, pretty much. Especially when you gotta hold onto it longer than most people even live for, I'm guessing?
[he waited over a hundred years for his revenge. given ming yi's age, it was probably even longer for him.]
[ He turns that over before he answers. ]
There was a period, during all of this, that I was imprisoned for two years. It's why my stomach is "messed up." At the end of it, I saw him - like he'd come to check and make sure that what he'd done had worked. I died not long after, but that resentment, that anger, kept me from passing on.
It took a while for me to be able to do anything with it.
There was a period, during all of this, that I was imprisoned for two years. It's why my stomach is "messed up." At the end of it, I saw him - like he'd come to check and make sure that what he'd done had worked. I died not long after, but that resentment, that anger, kept me from passing on.
It took a while for me to be able to do anything with it.
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