[ he doesn't dare to step back. this person... this... this person?? is this his father? but that's frankly impossible, because he knows his father is dead, his mother is dead. he's reminded of it every single day, that he's an orphan. people talk about it behind his back, his so called fellow Jin clan disciples sometimes takes jabs at him because of it, even if shrouded in thinly veiled politeness.
he knows that his parents are dead. so why can't he just dismiss this random stranger with the same robes as himself as some kind of impostor, only here to poke more fun at him for being alone. lately has been all kinds of chaos, and while he's refused to believe all the kindness his uncle showed him was false, having recent events dropped on top of him, the expectations he knows will suddenly be on his shoulders as the Jin clan heir, and the emotional whiplash of finding out the truth about everything is kind of. a lot? for a teenager.
his voice strains when he tries to use it once, and he narrows his eyes a little, feeling defensive in the face of his own emotions threatening to spill over because he did not ask for this. ]
F... fifteen. And why should I recognize you? I don't... I don't know who you are.
[ he thinks? he doesn't want to assume, doesn't dare assume something that is impossible. fierce corpses exists, of course, he's seen it, he's heaped his hatred over Wen Ning and then found out it wasn't entirely warranted. but his own father? if... if that's what this stranger is implying, anyway. what is there to believe anymore...? ]
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he knows that his parents are dead. so why can't he just dismiss this random stranger with the same robes as himself as some kind of impostor, only here to poke more fun at him for being alone. lately has been all kinds of chaos, and while he's refused to believe all the kindness his uncle showed him was false, having recent events dropped on top of him, the expectations he knows will suddenly be on his shoulders as the Jin clan heir, and the emotional whiplash of finding out the truth about everything is kind of. a lot? for a teenager.
his voice strains when he tries to use it once, and he narrows his eyes a little, feeling defensive in the face of his own emotions threatening to spill over because he did not ask for this. ]
F... fifteen. And why should I recognize you? I don't... I don't know who you are.
[ he thinks? he doesn't want to assume, doesn't dare assume something that is impossible. fierce corpses exists, of course, he's seen it, he's heaped his hatred over Wen Ning and then found out it wasn't entirely warranted. but his own father? if... if that's what this stranger is implying, anyway. what is there to believe anymore...? ]