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[inheritedpain]

[ He could barely see, now, his eyes brimming with angry tears, tearing at his throat. ]

How would your death make up for anything? [ His voice cracked into a sob, still raised. He was actually shaking, now, Suihua trembling in his grasp. ]

You take my father and my cousin, you - you let me believe that my Uncle destroyed my life - and all you have to offer is your own head, too?

[ His face screwed up painfully and he hissed, stepping backwards and nearly tripping over the tea cup. ]

How can you-- [ His voice broke again, and the tears drew hot traces down his cheeks. He couldn't do this. He refused. ]

Don't-- I can't deal with this. I can't deal with you. Don't look for me.

[firebranding]

I don’t know what else to offer. [His voice breaks a little as well and he doesn’t try to stop Jin Ling, doesn’t know if it’s his place to even try. He rises too, because he’s too restless to just sit there but even once up he doesn’t know what to do.

He watches Jin Ling and his fingers clench at his sides.] Lan Xichen. [He finally manages to get out, and it feels like it takes all of his effort.] He’s the only one who knows as much as I.

Go to him. If you need to talk about— about what happened. What I’ve said. Talk to him.

A-Ling— Jin Ling. I’m... [He stops and bows his head] I will... Always be here.

[inheritedpain]

Don't tell me what to do!

[ It snaps out like a bullwhip. However well intentioned the suggestion might be, the idea of Jin Guangyao giving him advice on anything made every atom in him revolt. ]

If he knew and didn't tell me then he's just the same as you!

[ He didn't mean it, not really. But he was so furious that it didn't really matter what he actually meant, just that it came out in the most painful way possible.

He shook his head roughly and backed away to the door. ]

I don't - I don't care, don't look for me again!

[ He turned abruptly for the door, fully intending to walk right out of it and never come back if he could help it. ]

[firebranding]

[He’s raised Jin Ling, so he knows better than to think Jin Ling is saying things he truly means. It doesn’t make it all hurt any less, however, as he steps around the table and bends to pick up the tea cup that Jin Ling had dropped.

His fingers curl around the cup and he stares helplessly after Jin Ling. He wants to stop him, but he doesn’t know if it’d be better to do that or let him go.]

Jin Ling. [Guangyao was a man whose point of pride had always been his words. He’d been praised up and down for the ability to end conflicts with a few well-placed ones, smooth tensions, raise people up. And yet now he was at a loss.]

...I will always love you. No matter what you choose after this... I’ll love you. [He won’t stop Jin Ling from storming out, because maybe that’s what he needs to do right now. Get away, burn off his anger, rage and cry and process this all. He’s not sure if Jin Ling specifically needs him right now in this moment, but Meng Yao wanted him to know this much truth at least.]

[inheritedpain]

[ He had the door half way open as the words slid into his spine like knives. Able to feel her companion’s emotions often as fiercely as her own, Fairy started to growl, low and quiet.

He turned his head sharply, eyes bright with rage, mouth twisted with grief. ]

Maybe that would mean something if I thought you knew what that meant.

[ He didn’t waste another breath. He was out the door, Fairy hot on his heels, and he slammed it after him hard enough to make the walls shake. ]