[He repeats, soft. Maybe he picks up on the string of anger taut between them, since he turns to face Wen Ning. His fingers continue drumming out anxious rhythmless beats. His smile twitches, just barely so, and he laughs again.]
You understand. If he said anything today that I ended up hearing, I would have killed him. I want to - I'd love to. It would make me very happy. [HE SAYS, SMILING EVEN MORE BRIGHTLY.] If I see him, I might still kill him. You understand? I can't have that risk. We can't. But if I see him, I might.
[he's quiet, for just a few moments. he remains tense.]
And if you did, then we're... technically not supposed to interfere. So I might be looking the other way at the time, or just... not be able to intervene.
[this would be a little easier, he thinks, if things were still the same. if he hadn't been placed in this position and were only a knife in his hands. he understands why wei wuxian is restraining himself, though.]
[WEN NING IS TOO LOYAL AND CONTINUES TO BE TOO LOYAL 2k20.
He laughs low and looks pleased, though - the vicious sort, the cutting sort, the kind with a bladed edge. Ookurikara is nothing to him. He's killed more people in less time than a single blade could ever touch. One more death means nothing at this point. His fingers itch - he itches everywhere, actually, just below the skin.]
He isn't someone worth knowing.
[Somehow, it's a softness that also lashes out like a viper.]
Do you think we'd overfeed it, if he were to die...?
[...hm. he's quiet for several moments, thinking about that.]
We had... a lot of death, for a short time. But before that, very little, and now we've returned to... just two.
[eventually, wen ning just- shakes his head, slowly. steadily.]
No. I don't think you would. We didn't learn anything about it being bad to give it too much death, just that there had been enough to make something start happening.
[WEN NING PLEASE DON'T GIVE HIM IDEAS. He abruptly and terribly bursts into laughter at that, loud peals that echo in the cavern.]
Ah, good! How good - how good to know.
[But the longer he sits with his anger, the less satisfying the idea is. Killing Ookurikara - it just wouldn't be enough. It's not even about Ookurikara at this point, honestly. He just happens to be the last straw after, y'know. 13 straight weeks of failed murder game and being a government assigned killer, after a shitshow of a trial where Flayn tried to make it obvious that she was the killer and Lili was the loudest person calling for their deaths because of their "bloody hands". It reminds him too much of everything he hated back home - of the first siege, the second siege. He's bitter and he's hurt and angry, and one of their own dying at the hands of the man who asked his friend if they had tried hard enough just...
Mm.]
I can't - after all of our work, hah-- You know, splintering us further, that's the last thing we need, isn't it? Ah, but I'd love to see him suffer.
[Wei "if anyone knows about torture it's me, Yiling Laozu, who wrote a whole book on torture methods" Wuxian.]
[his head bows, there, expression pulled into a deeper frown. as deep as he can manage for it to be, at least.]
I really thought, for a while there, that everyone would... understand. That it would stop just being about who was forced to act. They... have mentioned the idea before, that maybe some are forced into it, but it's still always about... finding and killing those people anyway.
I'm sorry. We really didn't want it to be like this, for any of you.
[He's fine with being the villain. The hatred of a few dozen people is absolutely nothing to him. He loves fiercely but expects nothing in return, and when people turn their fury toward him, it doesn't rattle him as it first had, years and years ago.
It's everyone else getting dragged in that he can't tolerate. Flayn, Beau, Magnus, Taako, Tonbokiri. Even Wen Ning, Junpei and Veronica at times. He's so bitter. This is the only place he'll let himself be.]
People won't see what they don't want to see. If they want to see it, they'll see it even if it isn't there. We already know that, don't we?
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[He repeats, soft. Maybe he picks up on the string of anger taut between them, since he turns to face Wen Ning. His fingers continue drumming out anxious rhythmless beats. His smile twitches, just barely so, and he laughs again.]
You understand. If he said anything today that I ended up hearing, I would have killed him. I want to - I'd love to. It would make me very happy. [HE SAYS, SMILING EVEN MORE BRIGHTLY.] If I see him, I might still kill him. You understand? I can't have that risk. We can't. But if I see him, I might.
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[he's quiet, for just a few moments. he remains tense.]
And if you did, then we're... technically not supposed to interfere. So I might be looking the other way at the time, or just... not be able to intervene.
[this would be a little easier, he thinks, if things were still the same. if he hadn't been placed in this position and were only a knife in his hands. he understands why wei wuxian is restraining himself, though.]
I don't know him, really. He doesn't speak to me.
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He laughs low and looks pleased, though - the vicious sort, the cutting sort, the kind with a bladed edge. Ookurikara is nothing to him. He's killed more people in less time than a single blade could ever touch. One more death means nothing at this point. His fingers itch - he itches everywhere, actually, just below the skin.]
He isn't someone worth knowing.
[Somehow, it's a softness that also lashes out like a viper.]
Do you think we'd overfeed it, if he were to die...?
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We had... a lot of death, for a short time. But before that, very little, and now we've returned to... just two.
[eventually, wen ning just- shakes his head, slowly. steadily.]
No. I don't think you would. We didn't learn anything about it being bad to give it too much death, just that there had been enough to make something start happening.
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Ah, good! How good - how good to know.
[But the longer he sits with his anger, the less satisfying the idea is. Killing Ookurikara - it just wouldn't be enough. It's not even about Ookurikara at this point, honestly. He just happens to be the last straw after, y'know. 13 straight weeks of failed murder game and being a government assigned killer, after a shitshow of a trial where Flayn tried to make it obvious that she was the killer and Lili was the loudest person calling for their deaths because of their "bloody hands". It reminds him too much of everything he hated back home - of the first siege, the second siege. He's bitter and he's hurt and angry, and one of their own dying at the hands of the man who asked his friend if they had tried hard enough just...
Mm.]
I can't - after all of our work, hah-- You know, splintering us further, that's the last thing we need, isn't it? Ah, but I'd love to see him suffer.
[Wei "if anyone knows about torture it's me, Yiling Laozu, who wrote a whole book on torture methods" Wuxian.]
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[his head bows, there, expression pulled into a deeper frown. as deep as he can manage for it to be, at least.]
I really thought, for a while there, that everyone would... understand. That it would stop just being about who was forced to act. They... have mentioned the idea before, that maybe some are forced into it, but it's still always about... finding and killing those people anyway.
I'm sorry. We really didn't want it to be like this, for any of you.
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If it was just me, it would be fine.
[He's fine with being the villain. The hatred of a few dozen people is absolutely nothing to him. He loves fiercely but expects nothing in return, and when people turn their fury toward him, it doesn't rattle him as it first had, years and years ago.
It's everyone else getting dragged in that he can't tolerate. Flayn, Beau, Magnus, Taako, Tonbokiri. Even Wen Ning, Junpei and Veronica at times. He's so bitter. This is the only place he'll let himself be.]
People won't see what they don't want to see. If they want to see it, they'll see it even if it isn't there. We already know that, don't we?